And once the light is extinguished
the candles don’t let move the shades in the air
There….. I wait you like always
without remembering what we do not love to
I hold you or you embrace me
the way as we recognize our trace
our returned......the loosen scents
To reinvent the day and the nights
since they leave us just a little bit.......
we watch each other with the eyes….with the hands....
with the breeze and the heat of closed breathing....
And there we go….although we do not return
we will return equal with other faces….with other gestures
our hungry does not stop….
our horns of the abundance
we must take care of the rouses of ours orchards
Yes, is certain this dilemma….. as like the dull candles
do not let move......those shades in the air….
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