The nights I spent naked
on the house of my dream
romped your kisses in pentameter
and composed enigmatic and cold lines.
I saw the summer and winter in your
hair. Loved your silhouette, I got lost
inside your eyes dark.
Then suddenly the night broke.
The light that burst of blue and green
They involved me in a dance
expectral and wandering, and I was dancing
counting stars, playing melodies
the sands of the beaches that were
white, lonely and tormented.
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