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imagine I have an obligation

creating a lot of vertigo as I please

and subtly

to color your hair,

draw the broad outlines of your eyes,

set you shapes to your body,

white dress if you're coming day

or dark blue if I'm going to enlighten with the moon

then I open my night

silence transparent margin

to invent a meeting in insomnia

and run off with my madness believable to your lips

to catch every tear from your eyes on my pillow

Nothing is more abstract

that darn melancholy with simulated passion,

but at least

I can hear your voice and warmth of touch

while I

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poem the meeting

a history is always written in pairs

born in the desire to meet

kiss is the synthesis of germinating

straight forward

or spirals

memory but know where you are going

while getting letters

witness or small mirages of

mind that all idealizes the

endless nights also happen

solitudes drunk that losing hope

recover only begging dawn

found or find

have made the journey held by the desire of the thirsty

growing embrace certain

of looking, touching

of kissing

old dream split into two halves and

stay, you with my delusions

me with your moon prodigy

find the poem ends any

night - no matter what city or

spindle schedule -

the old dream becomes a hug

and the promise of reunion

starts another way

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poem

sometimes

future

guess we know instantly

approach where the road stops

we are forced to choose one or the other,

appeal to animal instinct, or simply a daisy

leafless

reason, at times, as the wind

pierces the heart with the vehemence of the waves or turn

uncontrollable fire burning us

end

intuition, however, silent walks

hand of fate,

is like water supply in balance

to navigate smoothly

the fragile paper boats

crystals to treasure everything we are,

before

burn.

.

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poem

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