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Poeta fiel al portal
Two drops of dew....
onthe flower of your memory,
two alive tears
of my pupils to the wind.
So that their sound to the air
is like a feeling,
left of the agreed
one of a piano to windward.
Of a boat that sails
by the full incense sea,
of aromas monochords
incendiary and intense.
two drops of dew...
two tears to the wind....
two agreed ones of piano...
two smooth kisses...
onthe flower of your memory,
two alive tears
of my pupils to the wind.
So that their sound to the air
is like a feeling,
left of the agreed
one of a piano to windward.
Of a boat that sails
by the full incense sea,
of aromas monochords
incendiary and intense.
two drops of dew...
two tears to the wind....
two agreed ones of piano...
two smooth kisses...
see you soon! ...
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