You are such, that I am cursed, or blessed, to remain thirsty and hungry of you forever. I better get used to the idea.
This is why in my dreams the time for delight seems as infinite as your beauty, and thirst and hunger are but a distant remnant of the daytime.
As I stop and smile my timeless smile, a wind of desire sweeps my mind. My smile has been courting vertigo, loneliness, oblivion. It has crossed valleys and spellbounding distances.
My desire is like my smile: old and new, plural, manifold. My desire is as endless and inapprehensible as your bouquet of beauties.
All I care for in this bountiful world has your name imprinted.
For you run through my veins.
For I drown in your eyes.
Sándalo Naranja
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