The black rain
That falls into your hair
Makes me lose mi mind
Because your beautiful eyes
As the black coral
Are driving me mad
As if I were
A stunt person
On the cord of my life
That falls down
With open arms.
If you allow me
I’m going to write
In the vastness of your body
With my incandescent lips
A new name
That only you and me
Be able to know
Because only your hands
They can lead me
To the utopian places
Where are flying of joy
The butterflies of the passion.
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