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Love Tattoo
Secretly I keep your silences
They have a misunderstood mystery,
They are the target of my fears,
My distrust to lose you increases
And I seek among the shadows of the cosmos.
You're pretending between the mists,
You hide in the winter shadows,
Behind its black clouds,
Next to break his weeping for my
You look helpless running away from my love,
But my love follows you,
He's not afraid of your silence.
Your his are invisible to me
Despite disguise that you do not love me.
Memories come to my mind
Of our love, moments lived,
Some so fragile that I have
Fear of losing them in oblivion.
Cry to the world that love
It persists, it will never fade.
The infinite space, will keep you
Forever in my mind
And in my heart, even if they come
Wuthering storms to our lives.
Merged your skin with my skin
Tattooed is in the memory,
My memory evokes your gaze,
Your smile when you hear
The sound of my faint voice
Reciting the verses that
They carry your name in writing
In every letter of the poem.
I keep the traces of your kisses,
Like a tattoo stuck to my chest,
To palpate them when I feel
The sound of loneliness in my room.
I fear that my tears can
Erase them and move away from my life,
Your love tattooed on fire in my heart.
Author: Paloma Rodriguez de la Pica Pinilla
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May 2017
Tattooed reflection
If love is true, it is engraved in the heart every minute lived with the loved one.
When you're not around her, you reminisce about each sequence as if you were living it back in memory.
Besides those feelings keep the hope of coming back soon to be near her.
Feel his hands, his kisses, his words.
Usually after an argument and when you feel you're going to lose it is when more comes to your mind those moments.
In fact when there is a problem in the couple, reconciliation is the best memory that can remain.
This poem is dedicated to all lovers who for one reason or another feel that their love is far away.
But in spite of everything they have their love tattooed on all the pores of their skin.
Finally, thank the person who brings me all those memories when he is not and that I burn them in the heart when I have close.
Thank you for sharing and being involved in these words that are from a poet's apprentice.
