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Sobre ti

Sobre ti no quiero hacer poesía, sólo quiero mirarme todas las horas en tus ojos. Sobre ti no quiero hacer más fiesta que la que vive en tus sonrisas. Sobre ti existe una idea de paz que tranquiliza el viento. Sobre ti me gustan los momentos de paz, la calidez de tu alma.

Sobre ti me encanta la elegancia de tu pelo, la maravillosa claridad de tu piel. Sobre ti viven los contrastes del este. Sobre ti parece todo sencillo y casual, sobre ti la vida se vuelve bonita.

Sobre ti quiero escribir memorias y no promesas, sobre ti quiero tener recuerdos y no ilusiones, sobre ti quiero descansar mi alma cuando esté cansada, sobre ti quiero sentir la calidez de tu espalda.

Sobre ti quiero contar las estrellas de tu piel que tiene el universo, sobre ti vive el eterno lienzo de mi inspiración nocturna, sobre ti quiero que hable el tango que bailemos a La Luz de la luna, sobre ti quiero reposar mi mano al descansar.

Sobre ti se vuelven las letras que ayudan a respirar 

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