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The whole world
is a metaphor
for something else!
the sea, the sand, the voice of soft drinks.
The dark curly hair, long, black, soft
playing with the rhythm
Suddenly I saw her
In front of me, standing brown and tall,
and as I watched her walk through me,
Her eyes asked: What's up? Haven't seen me before?
and I fell in love
with her mouth, with her sight.
what to do?
Talk? Walk? Make love?
The wind, the wind.
Looking at her,
The moon, the moon.
The face, her face
Spreading like a vine.
Cold dust, sweat.
To write a poem, a world of words
the shore of love.
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