I apologize for things of the past ... you apologize so solemnly and a tear almost instantly looks for your little eye. Ask forgiveness for all that abyss we are facing and promised to give me every drop of life you have left, my thirst of love with your breasts in my mouth with your tongue between my legs and my heart on your hand.
promise days
those in which the sky becomes a little softer, the smell of cinnamon trees, the breeze is color and the wind blows like the song whose name is your face, I feel happy of knowing you are here with me promise this time playing not yet possess.
I smell your perfume, I open my eyes, I see your pupils dilated all that screaming inside of you and your mouth shut like a tombstone of those who pray to be open, that's when I wake up with a sharp blow on the chest I remember that you are not such, that the promises are cotton and are easily broken, which I will promise you anything.
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