I spent a night
passion.
the morning all that remains is a grim pallor
and a mind without color.
From your skin has already disappeared
my smell.
In my heart your memory
burns without shame.
passion.
the morning all that remains is a grim pallor
and a mind without color.
From your skin has already disappeared
my smell.
In my heart your memory
burns without shame.
You broke my silence, my
touched every corner,
want all my moaning ...
But you have not been able to look inside
to this body but still immature
so old inside.
touched every corner,
want all my moaning ...
But you have not been able to look inside
to this body but still immature
so old inside.
(c) Eleanor Grana, 2009
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