sea of \u200b\u200btears.
In each start
tears their way
and roll to miss
skin.
remains the dry mineral monument
points
minimuma milestone but poignant
indicator
The roots of my sadness
are so deep that spring
on the other side of my world
It comforts me greatly because there
people
my antipode
will consume the fruit
believing
the strange and miraculous tree
of joy
Manantial summer
The word looks
the sky
refresh your sources
to sprout again
I take
the darkness of the night last
to light a candle
and believe that I am
origin
love the pure simplicity
bodies
the primal nakedness
of two souls attuned.
The mirror us back
the site from where we
from every moment
the transcendent act
delivery of skins becoming a
closed eyes
because looking
goes inward feeling
lover body
there where it belongs
and remain forever.
The mirror gives us back all
least a simple image.
Pasa fast as other
lattice After a march
dizzying
a woman barely concealed
his eyes and throw a smile .
runs well
shade of his affections
and exposes
before the hint
the stoic spectator
atina barely
to shoot a photo
freezing the moment
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