lunes, 27 de mayo de 2013

I cross the horizons.

I cross the horizons withered by days
and I close my eyes to see in the grounds of dreams.
It´s then when I´m dazzled by the smell of salt of this body in constan movement
and I´m deafended by this sweet and frantic look that brings together music and dance;
I inhale strongly your smiles and caresses
and expel the blood crying of my brain.