Maybe I was ...
Who you were touched your shoulder gently,
and you were carried
... you to the stars
to known in its long trail
the path to love ...
There was a bird, no ...
was not a strong wind, neither ...
absolutely sure
was not the moon
neither the sun ...
Whom dared to get you out of lethargy
for take that path
where never grow thistles
but flowers of intoxicating smell ...
When have combined
your lips and your heart
to give those kisses wise
awakening the senses,
and muting the reason ...
Will be the magic of fall
that you raised up you into his arms
for cradling you with soft songs,
and to fill you with love ...
Who was that one who dared
to point you... that path
where the eyes seem trills,
why they singing ceaselessly
that romantic song ...
Maybe I was... without realizing it,
who you took away ideas
and who made your heart beat ...
Always well come be
that awakening among butterflies
aspirating with the open spirit
all roses
that come to crown your emotion ...
Who perhaps unknowingly ...
without speculating, without proposing it...
Maybe I was....
Authorship:Raquel Norma Smerkin RoitmanVer más
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