Text arrived in the mail. Image courtesy of AO
(does not look good in the picture, but it says, to Thee.
I miss that
everything has your name. Name
Moon, lunar face to face
toss - and I shot - and comes to my
out the window.
making love every morning, crashing into the night in your arms
- and I laugh -
bad, badly wounded, shattered and pieces.
And you know, smiles
- as always miss is not secret -
that for you the sun laughs,
every morning, for my ventanna
.
)
For wherever you are.
Well, it does not.
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