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We met in the wind.
You stole my wings,
your feathers were mine
to caress your lips
and leave me without walls
listening to the silence,
making a fool of myself,
trembling,
as one who remains trembles,
as one who tears their voice.
We met drinking sunflowers
because you already liked sunflowers
and there was no need
to betray the space of the lilies.
We met in the Middle Ages,
at the forge,
not to melt swords
but the knives that mutilated my breath.
We met traveling through the same country,
the same city.
The night
now has the scent of your skin,
the texture in each orgasm
of the ice brushing your nipples,
your waterfalls...
Now,
my shadow and my body
fight for the footprints on the asphalt
like someone seeking to brush your wings
so that you know
that I am the same.

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Nos conocimos en el viento.
Robaste mis alas,
tus plumas eran las mías
para acariciar tus labios
y quedarme sin paredes
escuchando el silencio,
hacer el ridículo,
temblar,
como tiembla quien permanece,
como quien rasga su voz.
Nos conocimos bebiendo girasoles
porque ya te gustaban los girasoles
y no hacía falta que delaten el espacio de las azucenas.
Nos conocimos en la edad media,
en la forja,
no para fundir espadas
sino los cuchillos que mutilaron mi aliento.
Nos conocimos recorriendo el mismo país,
la misma ciudad.
La noche
tiene ahora el olor de tu piel,
la textura en cada orgasmo
del hielo rozando tus pezones,
tus cascadas...
Ahora,
mi sombra y mi cuerpo
se disputan las huellas en el asfalto
como quien busca rozar tus alas
y sepas
que soy el mismo.