ambitious hopes.
Kisses and more kisses that were springing up
of my mouth to your mouth
in the silent night.
Kisses and more kisses to calm the fire, flames
of far off yet. Pleasant dreams
touching your hands, touch your skin
...
burning my anxieties and joys
magic in the shadows ... ambition Hidden
of my hopes.
-------------------------------- Author: Jorge Horacio Richina
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