Is the night white, tender, soft?
Are your hugging my heart hardly
or is it that I am making love with the stars?
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I love beauty in life and its storms. I love poetry since it is the origen of my way of being. I like studying languages and playing guitar.)
Crying?
Is the night white, tender, soft?
Are your hugging my heart hardly
or is it that I am making love with the stars?
Is it raining or is it that I am crying again?