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Soon the cadence will be broken
That maintains my lunar days.
My veins will be aged,
My body will have the voice
Of a finished summer.

Hot sparkles will take
The way to my hours.
—you do not oppress the gesture,
my universe surpasses
the limits of my body—

Hurrying before its time,
Drinking me,
Biting this life,
Running me without a brake,
It shares your fingers,
At the height of my touch.

The fire of my slow dusk,
Will be the light for strong arms,
In the wrinkles of your breath.

autógrafo
Dina Posada


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