sábado, setembro 28, 2019

The moment I close my eyes and sleep.
I see you more clearly, 
I like to hear you, to look at you
Sometimes I kiss your eyes ... 
then you close the door and I keep counting the days again to see you again. 
So many times I think of kissing you, 
but then out of shame I let myself be. 
to you, 
with your eyes wide open to see you sleep so as not to lose you.

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