Memoirs
I
marvel at the amazing ease with which it reaches me
the
desire to have her around,
despite
the distance,
in
wanting to reach it,
or
sending you only the words that come out to me,
in
soul's thrust,
feeling
her present,
with
that naughty girl laugh,
who
conceals in that laughter his candid shyness ...
However,
the truth is that distance is no obstacle,
to
feel close,
so
inside her,
with
her memories everywhere,
in
all that your curious hands have touched,
where
it left its unforgettable aroma,
in
timid surrender to elusive pleasure
almost
stolen ...
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