I always come to you,I find your arms open.I love your caresses,Just as I desiredyour wisdom.
Your wisdomI gather from everywhere;from the cobbled streets,from the museum housescarved in stone.From the boulevards with fragrant lindens,from the library,from the bookshops,from dialogues among friends.
In the people I greet:“Good morning”“Good afternoon”“Good night ...
At a starting point, Love takes its circles. Its ripples arrive at the heart, Where the circles spread across all space. There the rhythms change…
A breeze blows, and shakes the leaf, / Rocks a wave across the sea.
You will not say thank you to me, Just as you do not say thank you to your heartbeats That carve the face of my life. But I will say to you…
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