Scroll through your fingers like grains of sand
smelling of the sea.
you live in bare feet, and your essence
migrates in me ...
I enter the blood in the veins
,
flood the soul with
texture of clouds.
'm seeing your face, it runs the
profile;
I keep my face in his hands
Serro eyelids e. ..
through eternity. I love
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