sometimes need to hear a part of me that part
only dreams, and thinks of you,
sometimes hard for me speechless,,
my soul, my lips on you,,, my love ..
your lips sometimes lie, but I know ..
because in the end your heart will tell me the truth ..
sometimes we are so similar and so different, sometimes
are friends and sometimes not even that ..
sometimes I'd cry in the wind,
I live and breathe your breath ...
sometimes simply observe, while
snatches memories
betrays me and I
dreams always requires a reconciliation.
sometimes I need to hear a part of me, that part
asking me to stop writing.
My heart closed for repairs ... Jorge Gauna
Speaking with the legitimate freedom of existence ...
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