lying unreal, hosted on the horizon of your body, but the star
far from a vast universe
and loaded full of kisses and memories,
there, is my dream.
perpleto a golden dream and choirs of angels and cherubs
projecting love.
the core of my desire is the foundation of that dream,
a desire
uncontrolled feelings of things not said, and often preferred to lie.
of thousands of "I love you," light years no see.
and this relativity of 1 year in your body,
would give you a caress, a kiss.
but not this and is relative, my mind has gone.
the end .. prefierí a poem, but they will not read it.
She knows I love her, and she believes that it is temporary, not what has since become a reproach, an I love you!
Jorge Gauna
Fair With freedom of existence!
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