I smoke a cigarette
there is smoke between my lips
And in some way
my mouth
create your image.
My mind tries to embrace
the most beautiful memory of you
so that it is not lost over time,
suddenly,
It occurs to me to do a caressing dance
and I use colors to paint columns of smoke.
with them,
I draw your eyes, your face, your lips.
what I wish
in a thousand ways to kiss;
It may seem ridiculous
but how to convince with reasons
to a desperate heart
Around me it gains strength
the smoke with the song of the wind
and I smile like a child
that wants to surprise you
giving tenderness
to all your dreams.
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