FOREVER IN OUR BLOOD THIRST ...

FOREVER IN OUR BLOOD THIRST...

Now my silence ...
while pointing to a
does not exist,
pointing to the sky
ephemeral ..

That is broken,
again waves will kiss
of the sea ... my sea
that provokes me,

! live the darkness
night of your eyes!

There is the distance
or absence
whether to look at you
just close my eyes,

not only is your skin,
Not only is my skin ..

-is there-

Lips of the air,
parked
the thirst of our blood .... ...

time and eternity
because the time

-there-

The wind blows a word
enigmatic,

and their language is now ...
daughter of love ...

AUTHOR
SONIA HERRERA HURTADO www.safecreative.org