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Here and now under the shadow from the tide of your lips and the heartbeat that you provoke me. Here and now about the light of the reverse window of our hearts. We are and we stay because the precise moment is this one where we are… So don’t be afraid let yourself go to…
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Tooth Fairy has arrived in August to visit you, I know you feel a little scared but everything will be fine. For the love of your great-grandmother whom you can not longer see, and for the love I feel for you I know you will find calm while you sleep.. And when you wake up…
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When you wake up so early your eyes are the lanterns that light my way and if I lose consciousness you’re always there next to me, although I didn´t ask for it. I love you because you are permanently loving me, taking care of me, protecting me from that cruel past which threatens to face…
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Winter appeared at my door with the trace of my former loves, he built with his hands a sad star and in his eyes the ice still wanted to cry. And I ran so far that I forgot the spring, it’s a December thing having to remember that once there was a much better time;…
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I want to write the most beautiful poem in the world, prudently draw each letter of your name to remember, kiss our moons again, kiss our stars and mourn with joy to remember your naked sky. Love me in the distance if you need it, name me with your clenched fists when your partner fails…
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It rained, cherry trees grew, it drizzed, hardness in the open cuffs … She kissed stars in the sky, her shadow was beautiful and her taste was a gift. She never was wrong, never was wrong, in the silent step of a heart within a song. My love woke up so happy, murmured secrets in…
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You are the center of my breathing, a moment of peace on the battlefield, the star I always watch from my window … And I´m with you because I want, because you are my peace, the home I always missed … ©MESSIERAL | messieral.com Guatemala City November 13, 2016
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It’s not that important the language in which I write or in which you read me, we are part of the same language which we learned by dreaming so many motives. We will play to decipher the stellar light, while poetry opens our wings, blurring the sadness of us like a story that once filled…
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