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How can I tell you that my heart still beats
my heart beats for yours, vibrating
like the echo of a sea that stirs
on the shore of a distant desire?
Do the stars whisper my name to you
my name in the silence of the night?
Or does the wind, in its murmuring dance,
brings the echo of a love that won't bud?
How to quench the thirst of my lips
that agonise for your ardent kisses?
They are whispers that turn into labyrinths,
horizons of latent caresses.
And how to extinguish the fire that springs
from every glance, from every dew;
if in absence, the soul is exhausted,
and in time, the deviation bends.