Dreams fade against the background of the passing life.
Interrupted by sleep in the middle of the night,
by the viscosity of the white mist
and overwhelming humidity of rain,
I chase the fleeing horizon.
In this daily truism,
I put aside,
all my pleasure,
except the one and only,
which I could not refuse
- the pleasure of loving you.
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