And what if I want you open?
Like the impossible center of a transparent world,
If I love you more, than just having you in my arms
Or the aurora that extends a dream in the darkness,
More open than the wind, much more loving,
It will be because tomorrow it will want us infinite,
United like snow about to become water.
That is why I let my memory resonate,
All those words made of string that get tangled,
In your mouth or in mine.



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