The room is a dark cinema
where shadows dance in trembling light,
nudism of the soul, a safe act,
desire is projected, curious essence.
In black and white, the tape murmurs,
bodies intertwined in subtle dance,
in their pixelated and fragile madness,
whispers float, a feverish echo.
The walls hear hushed secrets,
echoes of laughter and old tears,
in each frame are trapped,
the bodies that loved without laws, without complaints.
The projector turns, its light already faded,
the film advances, relentless, unhurried,
in the half-light, life is felt,
revealing the story, the precise truth.
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