All the articles
Of the countless newspapers
Of my mind,
Just are speaking of your face.
And it is not because you are similar
To Jackeline Onassis or Lady Di,
But because your eyes
Of beautiful brown color,
They have caused in my interior,
A fire
Of proportions never seen
In my existence,
And that there has not been techniques
Able to put under control
The flammable vortex
That caused your sight
In the surface of my being.
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