Tags: love
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(...) I came from afarIn search of a place to die. That land welcomed me, nourished me and dissected, fed me, of my filted paws, of my sharp teeth,he heard my scream with me he blew to the moon. But yours is the territory of my raids. I leave your beautiful queen, cold and altered, which...
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A love story My eyes in yours. I'm sorry. I'm a thousand years old. You laugh. You pretend you don't see. I close the barter but filter the light. Smile, accomplice. I'm on the wire. I should retire, take a step back. I should turn around and run. You look at me and smile. I roll. The breath drops a little. I don't touch you.
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Poetry for a friend Dedicated to Patrizia, the woman who makes things happen. A magnificent prey was me, stretching my bare legs and taking you on mee I let myself lead. I didn't run away, I turned around and looked at you, a magnificent prey was ioe smiled at you. I left the woods and swords...
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Poetry of an afternoon There is nothing more than this moment of silence in which you rest I see you. Nothing more than my head reclinatoe immovable on you,while the furious blood runs under the skin. Nothing more than realizing in a momentthat you are what I want, maybe not now. Not now, not tomorrow but always. Nothing more than...
