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Source   You are a place in my lyrics where the echo of your essence becomes soft and slow wind, weaving my being in your absence. You are shadow on the page, a whisper in destiny, a flame that glides,

Source   So is your soul and mine, a flaming bonfire, with a flame full of joy, burning and encouraging life. Fire that burns between the veins, that envelops us and lifts us up; that dispels shadows and

Source   I know that the years take away pride, as the wind blows leaves on the ground, The days are tinged with subtle hues, and life embraces us with its experience, we are rivers flowing among the thousands

Source   I want those lips, sweet as honey with the eternal softness that intoxicates my being, that at the touch of a kiss light me up with lights, like fireflies dancing on my skin. Whoever looks at

Source   Whoever looks for me will find me, where I usually escape, in a nest on a tree, in the shade of a broom. I am a little microbial, an earthling, a stranger, wind and time play, I celebrate my small

Source   Our story, it sprouted between whispers of a warm coincidence, in a dawn, Plagued by manias that mark us, like fallen stars in the same skin, Ghosts in the attic of the lived, keep secrets of

Source   Farewell is a sigh, that in vain you try to stop, like a shadow that escapes of a dawn. Lonely tear that refuses to fall, a river of memories that you don't want to weave. Pain hidden in your

Source   Today I'm still looking for another way to make you poetry, but no longer with letters or words, now they will be different and different the ways in which the soul embraces you. I will invent

Source   Those little things are left behind, the soft murmur of laughter in the breeze, the shadow of an embrace, the flowers in the garden that no longer warns. I leave behind farewells and memories,

Source   Go, be happy, for the sun still shines, in every memory that the wind splinters. If you miss me, I miss you too, maybe fate will bring us together again. In the distance, love is not extinguished,

Source   There are people who seem to be from other times, of those times where the wind whispers, in their eyes, the brightness of a thousand tales, They have hands that embrace like the sun, warmth that

Source   Avid restless lips in the night, behind the hatch of shadows, a whisper, solitary nibble that burns in the brooch of a hidden desire, dark and pure. Senses unleashed, senseless dance, the perfume

Source   Here I am waiting for your call, as the sun waits at dawn, with the hope that never fades, and the heart that silently treasures. As the wind caresses the waters of the sea in soft swaying, I

Source   How does it happen? I don't know, that's how real things are and happen. Beautiful and beautiful, cute, exquisite, all those steps are fundamental. And we entered one day, in any place, sublime

Source   I kissed her heart so tenderly, whispering in the shadow of the dark moon. With lips of fire, of burning passion, I lost my head, I fell in love with his heartbeat! In the sway of time, in an

Source   I love to dawn by your side, under the soft mantle of dawn, Your eyes, two shining stars, my heart beats with each sparkle, in the silence, our laughter distills, like the perfume of a love without

Source   I want to be with you, if you want, an instant that stops in the air, that lasts until the eternity of the future. To kiss your crimson lips, I would like, like brushing passion in its dance,

Source   Let not the wind come to whisper to me, that drags memories of a longed-for time, where the echo of your laughter still embraces me, and the dawn does not forget your subtle walk. Let not the

Source   For you I am able to cross the seas, without fear of the storm, without fear of the dark, I will sail in your love, defying rebuffs, and though in storms I may find myself trapped, I only long

Source   Every stormy night, my heart dies in silence, the waves whisper your name, and the wind sweeps away my dreams. You left on the high seas, your boat lost in the horizon, leaving an echo of caresses