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The Miracle Of Your Sunrise ...

A

Erendira ...

Dawn dawn ... attempts to enter the same place that night awake

left empty in this space, this space

sheets walls alive.

A non-empty space,

just the distance that separated the same clothes

smells like you and me

this ritual of love and wet.

I realize you're not here,

breathe like a goddess,

are so beautiful that the cool of the morning, you are jealous,

my lips get tangled in your hair

while my arms protect you and ask you "do not awaken love not wake."

Your body has its first contact with the new day

and you turn around to meet me,

know there I am,

know that I'm gone,

that there was and that I'm there.

I embrace and there are no good morning,

that moment so we just repeat the hours that supposedly asleep,

hear it or not, we know that what we say.

Your perfume is that of a woman he loved,

nonexistent

your clothes is a clear reflection of your body led to the power N, the asymmetry we

to feel the movement of your leg and your kiss,

your first words are the voice of the life you've chosen to live,

blessed are those chosen by you to you take them, because

that ... you've taken everything from me.

Gradually consciousness is present in us,

open your eyes and that's when God really exists,

at the miracle of life that bears your name

and bless me

at me and kiss me with your holy water lips,

more you allow a sigh.

are moments that never return,

every night and dawn are different,

you and I will be different, I'll need

part of my life and that part

dawn you.

hear the song of life through your voice, your hands look

membership you left in mine,

know that the ashes of life we \u200b\u200bcan save on your belly

although it is not the time .

water soon life will come down the V of your body,

the basin of your breasts create the cascade of water that you cherish,

like every day walk among mortals, we'll take it from

hand and come out together towards the steps that we are entitled to consume,

do things that seem routine

routine and do something unique and different.

We never let go, we

not allowed.

EVENING ...

mantle of the night relieved of their work space light,

enfold you with the fabrics that we may later clog,

sleep in this space, this space

savannah living walls

these savannas in which we shelter you and me.

JASO