I look at my hands, long slender fingers
.
note. They
draw with gentle movements,
are touching ...
that fail to Rozart,
because your body is not at hand.
then ...
rain my hands, and stop moaning.
prosecution, the helplessness of not being able to feel your warmth. -------------------------
But think ... and whisper in my ear (I say that I no longer worry that everything is coming
...)
and they anxiously await the arrival of your hands, your face, your hair, your arms your lips,
(and hope because they know they'll slowly coming)
To my ears and get your voice infinite star crash
In my life you came a long time, your darkness and your light shines on me to calm me. -------------
distance
And if we declare war
feel we can win ...
because soon sleep in your arms, at the park dreamed
and fondling going to run out but never
tired and my hands, my ears and my soul
and do not be surprised because we
the infinite kiss endless and real, that the two, just for today we dream.
I feel
So incredibly close
Always with me ...
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