sábado, junio 14, 2008

Girasoles en un campo de polvo azulado

While gazing carefully at your eyes,
diving deep into your lips
I remembered
what I was
what I am
the love that now engulfs me
the memories yet to be written
the whisper of endearing words
swimming between the ocean that is our skin

I feel your warmth, your vibrations inside me...
I...
you know...

1 comentario:

Anónimo dijo...

Lui fly me to the mooooon
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