Your hips that dance
as gentle breeze on the hill ...
your heart
as galloping horse running in the esplanade
..
Suddenly your waist
are
successive waves that shake my life
falling leaves in autumn,
gray sky in the winter, volcanic
sun of our dreams ...
you that ..
a sea of \u200b\u200bsilence,
whispers trembling still,
a breath lying on the plain,
your hand to greet me from the train
that some irrevocable,
to nothing of mirages ..
a lump in the throat, dry
breath, anxiety
your lips look
pilgrim rolling on the square sockets ..
A flash to tell me,
mere handful of ashes,
the ball of all possible paths,
the shroud of the farewell ...
voracious
your kisses I say,
in infinite time of the Aurora.
Diver
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