Galeotti were the smiles and the poetry of Neruda ...
tonight your memory is even more alive ...
Thanks for the good times that make me savor,
thanks for letting me come into your life, for giving me
be seated in a corner of your heart
for giving me your true essence,
your sweetness ... your smell ...
I could draw your own profile,
reach you in thought,
touching you face and put his hands ...
look into your eyes in silence for a moment
and let the emotions speak again ...
caress you as only I can do,
smooth the soul and seal it all with a soft kiss,
light as the rest of a butterfly,
fresh as the scent of a rose red ....
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