From side to side of the line, draw smiles on our lips.
What becomes sensual soft, warm light as has happened many times before.
I climb away from the bed on which rests my body full of warmth and summer. Your voice floats in the air, away from your bed covered in blankets and surrounded by the cold.
No time, the clocks stopped working.
borders, real or invented, are fading one by one, and disappeared in a sea of \u200b\u200bwhite spirits.
Your skin and mine are in a place, there is neither here nor there, not even belonging to the blue globe that once, many centuries ago, was named Earth.
a different place, because nobody else has access to it, because it has no doors or windows, no keys, no locks, no walls, no lights.
You and I do there, we created this climate without temperature, those caresses, kisses, the passion that nobody can ever put a label or name. OUR PLACE
: that is.
and travel and stay there every time there is our union.
is not there, not here ... like all this feeling so immensely superior to love ... is not there, not here ... simply IS.
Á Angeles
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