Mudo. is I run out of words.
not enter a kiss from you in a thousand poems.
All laws,
philosophies and policies ...
run out in your laughter.
the world is solved, and nobody dies
that.
The hard choice of men,
culture, work, ideas and
factions ...
religions ...
are paralyzed by your words.
time, there is, in our dialogues
...
nor is there space between our hug
,
perfect ...
patient ...
full of energy going up, down
and anxieties.
Mudo.
Yo, I'm talking about prose writer.
I remain silent.
sublime silence that follows a kiss. Full
only the melody,
of your eyes.
Dumb and anxious, I admit ...
your closeness me calm.
I see you again (and again).
to stay calm.
Smiling ... and again.
With your body and your words,
in my poems.
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