Last night I had a dream.
With my hand reached
the shadow of your silhouette and caressed you.
Last night, while I slept,
I dreamed I was aware of
and touched your face, your body,
yourself, my hands touched.
After a while,
with my hand on you calm,
light came.
She jealous and mad
delete the shadows of your body
leaving me naked, taking my soul.
But I'm still there,
waiting again at night,
quiet, calm
to cherish dreams that silhouette in
the reflection of the moon
on clear nights,
passionately mark your shadow on my bed.
BOOK "Susurros al Aire"
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