Cruces, touches, looks, smooth and sound.
detail that may not perceive and are the only connection
with whom our lives intersect.
If each time is written, then so is every intersection.
Just like that, being as it is lived through every moment.
appear there and vanish, leaving their mark and go.
who sing and the sound of their voices resound in the ears. About
spread madness and dementia. About
jump, run, or fly giving movement to the world.
Writers and reach the hearts.
Those with only their eyes move souls.
Besos, rubs, murmurs, details that mark a before and after.
Neither you nor I nor all. Since you're not who you were one second behind.
chance Precious written.
Nice bump in my life. Linda Cruz in your life.
If each time is written, then so is every intersection.
Just like that, being as it is lived through every moment.
appear there and vanish, leaving their mark and go.
who sing and the sound of their voices resound in the ears. About
spread madness and dementia. About
jump, run, or fly giving movement to the world.
Writers and reach the hearts.
Those with only their eyes move souls.
Besos, rubs, murmurs, details that mark a before and after.
Neither you nor I nor all. Since you're not who you were one second behind.
chance Precious written.
Nice bump in my life. Linda Cruz in your life.
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