I like to know that you are there.
I like to feel the firmament in my senses while the distance is a screen of silence.
I like to hear the sound of your eyes while your soul sings Solitude.
I like to see your lips asking for a kiss to the universe and a poem to the stars.
I like so much about you. So much that my nostalgia bristles and governs the madness of a constant and dreamy poetry.
How many sighs will it cost me to understand that a petal of fire will go in search of you?
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