Memories float in the air,
images of lost embraces,
where your laughter was the fire,
and the moon, witness of delirium,
of an imaginary kiss that refuses.
Rhythm of an unbridled heart,
beats that mark the rhythm,
sweat that mixes with longing,
a dance between the possible and the unattainable,
where the skin cries out and the soul clings.
In the midst of this solitude
the stars are dull beacons,
and in every corner of my being,
I name you in the deep silence,
I call you, I seek you, I wait for you.
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