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The silence in the distance of sounds
what is not even heard in the chirping of a bird,
nor the sound of the rain falling
sweetly and without rest on the landscape
unsoothing landscape of your indifference,
fills my heart
with a kind of shock
and of an emotion that unsettles my soul
which remains on the verge
of the silently mortal pain
and which has dominated my heart
in the secret love of my wound
with your intoxicating touch;
you have dominated my heart that does not exist
and which has learned to use the X's
without being afraid of death.
I have tried not to be reckless,
and I have turned away from you because
you are young; and felt ashamed
of this epistolary adventure that keeps
my soul zosobrando in yours...
This loneliness fills my heart
with the grandeur of silence
as unfathomable as your name.
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