Juan Carlos, 51 - 25 сентября 2014 23:04

the echo of your voice, that i never have Heard
is the sound of millions butterflies that raise its departure without knowing its destiny.

Your soul that i never saw
is the ray that shines , but not comes down
is the heat without capacity to make fire,
is the empty space in me.
and that space is my soul that waits for your soul, to become in one together.

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