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letters of love to you I

My sky:

night falls and with it all the gloom and fears accumulated during the day.

uncertain roads, doubts, fear of the unknown, to what we presume are made light and shadows.

Night falls and the pupils try to keep up the image that will shape the dreams: perhaps the flutter of a blue bird, a yellow flower that looks like a sun, a cloud of white, very white ocher chasing the sunset, perhaps, an outstretched hand offering a little or a lot, eyes that watch seems to haunt, or a smile always printed on the face that was eternal.

may also, why not, a mouth that invites the kiss in a silent forest murmur of distant waves in the bowl of a snail.

My love, comes tonight, tonight, I live between the heat-trapping walls and free space comprising life. There comes a moment, feeling that in the hours nones, your skin is the best coat in the morning, the security of your arms and your shoulders do not fall, love, your shoulders, the comfort of a soul stirred by all the fears.

I ask you dream, I dream and I ask in the wake of a new dawn, you're the glare my eyes crave.
Goodnight, my love.

kisses you, who calls you every beat of his heart ... me.