quiet naked
naked silence stirred
my chest and bubble bursts
of desire.
ansidado
longing and fruitful wandering glances
a
dream
covered between smoke.
soft chords echoing whisper
behind my ear when you spend containing
the sigh that
in you.
autumn wind that touches my face
and locked in my ear
a song known.
everything is melody melody and verses
although you do not know what
and I try to hide it.
We have learned to fly like birds, swim like fish, but we have not learned the simple art of living like brothers ... Martin Luther King 
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