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I look at the daguerreotype, to fill the rapture of your smile, and feed on the dark side of the moon of those fortuitous loves, that fill me with envy, because I can not imitate without your presence. I look, unable to find even a trace of your existence on this earth stay. On the palate of an infant who is breastfeeding, and the sweetness of that dog who caresses your ankles and deliveries award, a dry branch, which returns you no smiles, but with a flick of the tail; in the foam on the sea plays in the rocks holding coral and thousand mermaids singing, wishing not comb, I look at my guitar in the dawn; in summer I seek, and when I wake up from my dream, I have only your smile and pink clouds, the wind away from my mole vision ...
Augus January 13, 2014.