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Poem

Horacio Benavides

Where the dream was

You have returned

Your mouth has matured
in the invisible thread
of summer

Dunes swept by the wind
and the wish to rest the lips
on the folds of sand

A scent of flowers
unseen

I caress your hands
and just as then
I lean towards the void

DONDE ESTUVO EL SUEÑO

DONDE ESTUVO EL SUEÑO

Has vuelto

Tu boca ha madurado
en el hilo invisible
del verano

Dunas barridas por el viento
y el deseo de posar los labios
en los pliegues de arena

Aroma de flores
no vistas

Acaricio tus manos
e igual que entonces
me inclino al vacío
Close

Where the dream was

You have returned

Your mouth has matured
in the invisible thread
of summer

Dunes swept by the wind
and the wish to rest the lips
on the folds of sand

A scent of flowers
unseen

I caress your hands
and just as then
I lean towards the void

Where the dream was

You have returned

Your mouth has matured
in the invisible thread
of summer

Dunes swept by the wind
and the wish to rest the lips
on the folds of sand

A scent of flowers
unseen

I caress your hands
and just as then
I lean towards the void
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