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In the distance worlds separate us, but our souls remain linked, you think of me while I evoke you, ahead in this change of lives.
The kisses, the verses, the embraces are exhausted, and in your being the deepest night fell, since then I can only dream and remember, discovering you in the essence of all things.
In the trace of my steps, your memory palpitates, in the pillow still gravitates your essence, it is not missing you, that would be too trivial, you are my reminiscence of reverie and opulence.
The haven where I arrive if the route goes astray, the fountain that quenches the thirst of my days, my eternal calendar, my clock without hands, the breath that breathes life into my angry soul.
For though far away, I am still alive in this existence and when the moon lavishes its kisses on me, I awake in the night with furtive tears, a smile on my lips and a cry that nests you:
Wait for me in the moon to dream again! May our dreams intertwine their cadence, for if the earthly orb keeps us apart, in the pale satellite an eternal rendezvous awaits us.