Crescendo

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Into your eyes, saying "my",
To your lips, where silence has been crying for so long,
Into the depths of your dawns…
To drink from the mouth the infinity of the liberated sounds of the sun -
Your sounds, exhausted
and pumping my drunken ink.
Sounds of the beauty of giving, pronounced by gestures,
A synonym for your name...
wandering firebirds…
The voiced meaning of these wings
In an open desire to belong.
You are a woman who can read beyond words.
You are the most omnipotent of names.
My pulse is beating in your laryngeal vein.

Discover all the secrets of intimacy
sprouting in the breath of your "yes"...
in these vassal winds,
thinning, thinning in anticipation of our new will,
Basking in lawlessness,
Rites of interweaving transparent verbs
There are thousands of breaths and exhalations in this thread.
Along your nakedness…
Read words with parched lips from parched lips...

Challenging tightness and sound…
Write all the words on me
White thoughts in the abyss