CARESES
With affection,
in the softness,
in the distant world.
Where everything is so sweet,
among distant kisses,
among caresses.
In the air,
we float,
in golden air.
Warm sunlight,
when everything grew calm,
in that world of letters.
Souls of poets who sigh,
big and tiny verses,
in the heart’s illusions.
They feel and write to us,
from their hearts,
delicate poems,
while I read you
in my silence.
I can feel
the caresses,
messages,
secrets
spoken aloud.
Verses
of air,
of crystal,
translucent
hearts.
Transparent,
words in verse.
Sometimes storms,
amid mists,
your sorrows,
in you,
verses.
So many verses,
so many hearts,
so much feeling, words
that cry, that love,
so many emotions
in the hearts,
while I read you.
While I pass,
I pass on tiptoe,
through that world
that is not mine.
A distant world,
of souls that live,
that suffer, that enjoy,
that world of words
where sometimes,
on tiptoe,
I peek in.
In that place
where the letters shine
of those
who have a heart,
poets who show us
the other side of lives,
those transparent
hearts
that are poets,
verses of their lives,
words of their souls
in their imaginary dreams,
in their real lives,
their stories,
only poets,
for us to read.
In the caresses
that float in the soul
of those who write to us
poems asking nothing in return.
Tenderness that caresses the world,
in that small world
of all of us,
the caresses
in verse.
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