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If you could hold me in your arms
you would closely perceive the soft murmur
of my whispering silences,
warm whispers that caress your name.
Ethereal silences that, like vaporous clouds,
run barefoot through the chambers of my heart.
If I could wrap you in my embrace,
you would feel the avid palpitation that overflows me
every time your words caress my soul.
I cannot pretend to be indifferent to you,
my agitated breathing betrays the yearnings
that burn inside my chest.
If once again you hold me close to you,
you will understand that every truth that I confessed to you
sprang genuinely from the depths of my being.
That every glimmer of doubt was nothing more
but the timid hesitation of my spirit,
awaiting your steady advance into my world.