NatSorian

Every plot in my life has something of yours and that's really nothing extraordinary you know as objectively as I do. Sin Z however there is something that I would like to clarify, when I say all the plots, I do not mean just this now, this waiting for you and hallelujah find you, and fuck lose you, and find you again, and hopefully nothing more. I don't mean that you suddenly say, I'm going to cry and I with a discreet knot in my throat, well he'll cry. And may a lovely invisible downpour protect us and perhaps that's why the sun will rise soon. Nor am I referring to just that day after day, increase the stock of our small and decisive complicities, or that I can or believe that I can turn my setbacks into victories, or make me the tender gift of your latest love. Lady, Love is violent, and when it transfigures us, madness lights our thoughts. Ask not peace of my arms, which hold thy prisoners: my embraces are of war, and my kisses are of fire; and it would be vain to try to turn my mind dark if the thought of madness ignites me.. Clear is my mind of flames of love, madam, like the tent of day or the palace of dawn. And the perfume of thy ointment pursueth thee my happiness, and my thought kindleth madness. My joy your rich palate panal conceives, as in the holy song: Mel et lac sub lingua tua. The delight of your breath in such a fine glass hurries, and the thought of madness ignites me.

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The day you love me will be brighter than June; the night you love me will be full moon, with Beethoven's notes vibrating in every lightning bolt his ineffable things, and there will be more roses together than in all of May.. Crystalline springs will leap down the slopes crystal-like the day you love me. The day you love me, the hidden cellars will resound Arpeggios never ever heard. Ecstasy of your eyes, all the springs that have been and will be in the world will be when you love me. Holding hands like little blonde sisters, wearing candid necklaces, the daisies will go through mountains and meadows, before your footsteps, the day you love me.. And if you peel one, its innocent white petal will say, "Passionately!" When the dawn of the day you love me breaks, all the clover will have four augury leaves, and in the pond, nest of unknown germs, will blossom the mystical corollas of the lotus. The day you love me will be every wing wonderfully clinging; every flap, mirage of "The Thousand and One Nights"; every breeze a song, every tree a lyre, every mountain an altar. The day you love me, for both of us will fit in one kiss the beatitude of God.

I just wanted to be alive to love you on the fast land. Here, beside you, following the flight of this sphere that spins behind a sun too distant. Whatever the time that the gods gave us or chance reaches, whatever remains of light in our undecided lamp, my desire is here, not in another world, next to your hands, your eyes and your laughter, next to the trees and the wind that accompany your passage through the world. Whoever it is that hurried the stars and made us born or unborn, whoever it is that gathers our bodies, even if this lightning does not last and the fast earth erases our sleep.

I love you softly, in the shadows of false illusions. I want you enough to read you every night, like my favorite book I want to read you, line by line, letter by letter, space by space. I want you to hold your hand under the sky and show you the love I hide among the stars. I want you on the autumn leaves, talking about nothing but everything at once and, in a fit of madness, drinking your tears as I fade into your lips. I want to find you among the unspoken phrases, among the buried thoughts, among the complicated ways I want to find you and then not leave you. I love you enough to take you to my favorite places and tell you that's where I sit looking for you in the fog of looks that aren't yours, but I still look for you. I want you to make us laugh, drunk on nothing and walk slowly through the streets, yes, holding hands, rather, of the heart. I love you so much to heal you, and heal me, and let's heal together, to replace the wounds with smiles and the tears with looks, where we can say more than words. I love you for the nights you're gone, I love you so much to hear your laughter all night and sleep in your chest, no shadows or ghosts, I love you so much to never let you go. I love you as you love certain loves, the old way, with the soul and without looking back.

I want to be, in yourself, An indelible imprint A constant memory And a single truth. Pulse in your prayers With fear of abandonment. Being, in everything and for everything, Complement of you. An infinite thirst for caresses and kisses; but not a habit of being near me. I want to be in your life A grief of absence A pain of distance And an eternal anxiety. Something more than an image, And something more than the dream That overcoming paths, Comes, passes and goes. be the tears in your eyes, and the laughter on your lips. Be the end and the beginning, Darkness and light, And in earth, and in heaven; And in life and in death. Be, just like in my life, You've come to be you.