viernes, 25 de julio de 2014

The rest

The way he kissed my fingers while I was travelling through his face.
The coincidence between a film and the reality.
Everything else, and you.
I can't believe I am thinking
so much about you.
I can't believe I am not resting
while I think about your voice.
And everything I loved and hated about you.
And, of course, you too.

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