Accidental Meeting
You hide your look
Behind the slow drawing
Of the smoke of your cigarette
You exhale a ambitious exercise
To love through disguise
Of being, but never being
Searches to persuade my soul
With the libertine violence of your desire
And of all my being what it remains is only
The fondness to find you
For most curious than you seem,
You do not observe nothing
And remains me to observe you
To repair your curves
To repair your skin
To repair each step and movement
That you make in this or any another place
Here, where we are,
Solely what surplus is this exchange
Of to look at to look at
It remains me, before nothing more
The state deepest of the fondness,
And to dream, in you to spill me
You hide your look
Behind this little sincere smile
Of your seductive and delicate pose
And of the slow drawing of the smoke of your cigarette
And of this accidental meeting
What it remains me is only to observe you
Waiting that some day,
In you, I maybe will can stay.
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