love had always
been,
in the fulfillment
of its desires,
so silent.
it manages with
a simple touch on
the hips
or the caresses of
the hair
sometimes glimpses
and glances
work, but most of
the times
the eyes close
themselves for all
those glorious days
on restrained moans
and savored kisses
lips to lips.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem