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I like to look at your picture
and feel that you look at me too,
in the silence of the instant,
I listen to your whispers that come from a swaying.
Words that seduce me,
like the wind through the trees,
caress my anxious soul,
I look for you in every corner of my venerable dreams.
I love to look at you in the distance,
where time breaks and melts,
with the echo of your laughter,
and the soft touch of your voice that floods me.