First Principle "Sounds confusing, uncertain light.
Start a new day,
is a darkened room and two bodies lying down.
In front of me lost in a plain empty.
early hours sharpening razors.
by my side But you breaths;
intimately and yet my remote
fluisci and you do not move.
inaccessible if you think about it,
eyes I touch you,
I look at you with his hands.
Dreams blood between us and unites us :
we are a river of heartbeats.
under your eyelids ripe seed of the sun.
The world is not real time is
doubt
only the warmth of your skin is true.
In listening to your breath the tide of being forgotten
the syllable of the Standard. "
Octavio Paz
inaccessible if you think about it,
eyes I touch you,
I look at you with his hands.
Dreams blood between us and unites us :
we are a river of heartbeats.
under your eyelids ripe seed of the sun.
The world is not real time is
doubt
only the warmth of your skin is true.
In listening to your breath the tide of being forgotten
the syllable of the Standard. "
Octavio Paz
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