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A gift from uname
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12/12/2012
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There are kisses that speak for themselves
the condemnatory love sentence,
there are kisses that are given with the look
there are kisses that are given with memory.
There are silent kisses, noble kisses
there are enigmatic, sincere kisses
there are kisses that are given only the souls
there are kisses forbidden, true.
There are kisses that burn and they hurt,
there are kisses that snatch the senses,
There are mysterious kisses that have left
thousand lost and wandering dreams.
There are problematic kisses enclosing
a key that no one has deciphered,
there are kisses that engender tragedy
how many roses in brooch have you leafed.
There are scented kisses, warm kisses
which throb in intimate yearnings,
There are kisses left on the lips
like a field of sun between two ice.
There are kisses that look like lilies
by sublime, naive and by pure,
there are treacherous and cowardly kisses,
there are cursed and perjured kisses.
Judas kisses Jesus and leaves it printed
in his face of God, the felony,
while the Magdalena with his kisses
he fortifies his agony.
Since then in the palpita kisses
love, betrayal and pain,
in human weddings they seem
to the breeze that plays with the flowers.
There are kisses that cause ravings
of passionate passion fiery and crazy,
you know them well are they my kisses
invented by me, for your mouth.
Flame Kisses on Printed Trail
carry the furrows of a forbidden love,
storm kisses, wild kisses
that only our lips have tried.
Do you remember the first ...? Indefinable;
covered your face with reddened hearts
and in the spasms of terrible emotion,
your eyes filled with tears.
Do you remember that one afternoon in crazy excess
I saw you jealous imagining grievances,
I hung you in my arms ... vibrated a kiss,
and what did you see later ...? Blood on my lips.
I teach you to kiss: cold kisses
are of impassive heart of rock,
I taught you to kiss with my kisses
invented by me, for your mouth.
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