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<< Let the time run fast >>. I thought with cold hands. With the watery chest. But it was me who ran fast with the dance of her hair in the air. << That I bald the time in which you are ... >>. I said with my voice cracked. With the voice of someone who wants to be a window, but only reaches the door. << The time you are, not to be mine >>.
With the heart in the lips and the memory in the eyes shout to the emptiness in that park. << I only know how to be a window if you breathe close >>. With my heart now, between the wrinkles of my fingers I whispered. << I only know how to be a window with the breath that you leave me after embracing me >>.
hermosa foto y que lindo texto. cuentas con mi apoyo.