stripes of color make your breaths.
Sprinkle ashes on my head bowed.
Paris remains still in dreams.
Your hands on my jacket to shake the winter.
Vivimi against exploding on my chest.
The air trembles with short sentences and grains of farewells.
But how many sleepless nights of an airplane.
I call for my lips nude lips.
Porto bowing to the wind in my clothes.
Swing.
Sleeping on a blanket of memories intact.
Stop and composed as when you told me you'd come back.
I'm not moving.
But returns.
not breathe.
Back.
I did not cry.
Chin.
But returns.
You Back.
have the day off where you left me.
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