Night
The prodigy of the mystery reflected in the iris as a lightning, like the destiny of my blood among your humid lips, the same that traveled through my body each night with the fragility of you look, with the distance of your words as the sea that itself is not found, as the to sleep in your eyes where the dawn does not arrive, where the deep blackness is you truth and the call you are the reflection that do not find in the mirror; more then al encounter with the sunset the bodies unite, they are lost in the infinity of the pleasure that exploits in the boldness of the same, red tears that have become addiction of the lovers, we addicts to the purest substances and limited that in each drop they are the living of our renunciation al time, because this Will have end.
Luz Elorza
Luz Elorza
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