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Anguish is silenced
in the midst of this peace;
liquid consolation that infiltrates
to the last pore of the skin;
diverse sensations,
a warm cold that trickles down the valleys,
or the lukewarm evocation of the caress
imbued in an endless kiss.
A luminous beam shines
the welcoming immensity,
cleaves the chest
and sutures to the soul the wounds
that do not heal,
even if the heart wants it.
It brings life to heaven
and incites me to savor the memories,
in a horizon that cries far behind me.
What joy to feel the soft fingers of a memory!
Bonaventure on her skin that trembles
for a love in which I exist...
Because I live again in your longing!
As almost always...
As it should be.