Tags: poetry
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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...
