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Small noises plucked from the city envelop this room hung on top of a building. Cars enter through the window, and the their horns do not frighten in the distance. But I am alone and noised, both outside and inside me: everything leads me to think of you. I subtract the distance wanting you next to me, to dance and to twist with my body, even with the impossible music of the traffic. Everything turns to rhyme and a dream of perhaps rhythms my desires. I could tell you words that would enchant, but the body speaks more, within the nakedness of your soul and the nature of your woman. I do not shut up my gestures and I do not suppress my touches that may never run through your skin. They exist in themselves, hidden within the mildness of my appearance and bound by the eternal swirls of my heart. What emerges now, is nothing more than a little phrase that says: I want to dance with you!
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