The air does not come back
repeats every time the wind blows
while dissolving your eyes
among the ruins of my life
throat still drink your kisses
savors new sips of rain
and the cold freezes the saliva in the tunnel shaft
the socks impatient to mute questions
parade
break down in a thousand folds of silk
down to the knees
and the web of your hand Galaverna
eat my breath of darkness
caresses of dry hands
ass time
crossed to tear my tear meat
to let me once again on the edge
of the street filled with intruders of
and nights I dream intrepid
sitting between roots that reach the legs.
Orme of crows have time for me
embellished moon
smile
white willow
fountains of endless concert.
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