What a good time going back to the old days... today and these days in my city, the weather is rainy and seeing those girls, they don't know how I transport myself towards them while taking sunbaths naked... who could really? for their enjoyment I leave them...
and they were perfect for my favorite author
They wanted each other...
They wanted each other by day, growing beach, waves that caress the thighs with their feet.Bodies that rise from the earth and floating... wanted each other by day, on the sea, under the sky.Perfect midday, they wanted each other so intimately, high sea and young, extensive intimacy,solitude of the living, remote horizons
bound like bodies in solitude singing. Loving. They loved each other like the bright moon, like that round sea that applies to that face,Sweet water eclipse, shaded cheek, where red fish go and come without music.Day, night, sunsets, early mornings, spaces, new waves, old waves, fleeting waves, perpetual wavessea or land, ship, bed, feather, crystal, metal, music, lip, silence, vegetable, world, quietness, its form. They wanted it, know it.Like the sea, kisses.It doesn't matter the symbols nor the empty words that are just a whisper.It matters the echo of what I heard and listened to. Your voice, dead yet alive, like me as I pass by here still speaking to you.You were more consistent, more enduring, not because you kissed me.Neither because in you I would seal the existence. But because like the sea after sand invades fearfully it deepens.In foam or in waves, the sea departs. Like she went and returned you will never return.Maybe because, rolled over an endless beach, I couldn't find you. The foam of your trail, when the water recedes, remains on the edges.I only find edges. I only the edge of voice that in me remainsLike an algae your kisses. Magical in the light, since dead they return (Vicente Aleixandre)
They wanted each other by day, growing beach, waves that caress the thighs with their feet.Bodies that rise from the earth and floating... wanted each other by day, on the sea, under the sky.Perfect midday, they wanted each other so intimately, high sea and young, extensive intimacy,solitude of the living, remote horizonsbound like bodies in solitude singing.
Loving. They loved each other like the bright moon, like that round sea that applies to that face,Sweet water eclipse, shaded cheek, where red fish go and come without music.Day, night, sunsets, early mornings, spaces, new waves, old waves, fleeting waves, perpetual wavessea or land, ship, bed, feather, crystal, metal, music, lip, silence, vegetable, world, quietness, its form. They wanted it, know it.Like the sea, kisses.It doesn't matter the symbols nor the empty words that are just a whisper.It matters the echo of what I heard and listened to. Your voice, dead yet alive, like me as I pass by here still speaking to you.You were more consistent, more enduring, not because you kissed me.Neither because in you I would seal the existence. But because like the sea after sand invades fearfully it deepens.In foam or in waves, the sea departs. Like she went and returned you will never return.Maybe because, rolled over an endless beach, I couldn't find you. The foam of your trail, when the water recedes, remains on the edges.I only find edges. I only the edge of voice that in me remainsLike an algae your kisses. Magical in the light, since dead they return (Vicente Aleixandre)
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esas nenas me dejaron locoooooooooo
Buen aporte 😉
tremendo aporte
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un besito y te agradezco q allas pasado amor.
un besito dnd mas te guste