Romulaizer Pardo English texts

Breathing mistakes

Against our tongues
inner calls push up
our climbing feelings.
How beauty arrest
the time? When the mountain
seems so far
we are near of the limit
infinite speak, next to a voice
whispering our fate
into these dreams arising.
Which of ours silver memories
will be forget? Maybe all what we have
is the mood of single
love and caresses, tenderly
our silence hint the clue
of bodies and desires.
Because of that we are
all the universe belongs
to both soul and body.

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