This kiss left me lost and lonely. This kiss has me worn and longing. This kiss cannot be a kiss, but a storm, a wind whir, an earth quake. I dare this kiss to return to me my peace, I dare this kiss to behold its silent bliss, I defy it, confront it but never resist it, I fight it, inflame it but never refuse it.
lunes, 22 de enero de 2007
This kiss
This kiss left me lost and lonely. This kiss has me worn and longing. This kiss cannot be a kiss, but a storm, a wind whir, an earth quake. I dare this kiss to return to me my peace, I dare this kiss to behold its silent bliss, I defy it, confront it but never resist it, I fight it, inflame it but never refuse it.
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Me has hecho recordar una rima de Becquer
Por una mirada, un mundo;
por una sonrisa, un cielo;
por un beso...
¡Yo no sé
qué te diera por un beso!
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