La notte ci avvolge con le sue tenui luci, allontanando i responsi di abbaglio.
Si appoggia su di Noi tirando i legami come lacci di cuoio.
Il vento,
che non si ferma mai,
peaceful even when it is blowing in a storm,
smiling sensations,
playing shadows on our skin,
skimming hair covering it,
as fresh grass
and the stream runs through the sharp rocks,
leaving signs of trademarks that combine pore one body,
chipped slits of red threads,
joining the shiny black of two souls.
grains of sand fall squeezed light by glass passageway, raising the time that subverts the omens of past legacies.
They rely on your skin confused lines,
that intersect each other,
as drawings of a kaleidoscope.
Your lips open up to sleep,
the pressure of my hands,
that line your skin with sand.
Small traces burning,
indelible marks,
that seawater
can only supply about your back arched.
pleasure in the pain of vibrating metal rods
impregnated your taste,
drop drops of humor mixed in the melting of bodies,
as the wind fills the smell of Us,
licking every corner of our world,
slipping between the folds,
as silk draperies,
penetrating inside
and filling our side.
mirror moves the waves of darkness,
that reflects our emotions,
continuous images of tiny steps,
that are welded in our souls,
while the sand on the bodies
sweat dries,
scraped from your nails,
melts to regain its time.
There are no words
to circumvent what we feel.
The air smells of Us.
Smell true
of blood ties.
We turn the compass and the wind does not burn the stages,
continues its slow going clear.
and wrap you in our peace, protecting anyone,
what's mine,
what is yours.
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