I can not give you more
are no more than what they are.
Oh how I wish I
sand, sun in the summer!
What you lie down to relax
relaxed.
to let me
your body when you go, footprint,
soft, warm, memorable.
And that would leave you with
about you, my slow kiss:
color, from head to toe
brown.
Oh how I wish I
glass, wood or fabric or
that retains its color
here, the scent here,
and was born two thousand miles! Being
matter that you like,
that touches every day and you see already
without looking around you, things
-necklace, bottle, ancient Silk -
of which, when you miss
ask: "Oh, where is it?"
as I would like to be
merriment of all,
one, the joy
you rejoice in you!
One love, one love alone;
the love that you'll love.
But no more than what they are.
(Pedro Salinas)
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