as the moon each time that stars
decide to have a well-deserved nap
(I sleep inmobile the patient hours).
They shine when finally wake up in silence.
I like to see you when you look alone
the gray cloud of an eternal season.
The sky divulges the truth you enclose.The wind regrets that afternoon is crying.
My arms go to everywhere you stay.
The quick pulse tells me, intuitive aurora,
and the air that gets away from me
the name of that who does always come
to every place where you don't go alone
The friendly night, a new time, takes me.
Cristino Alberto Gómez
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