Night You Slept, The

And the night too be likes you, the remote night that grieves speechlessly in the unreachable heart, and the stars pass, exhausted. individual cheek touches anotherit's a brief shiver, someone debates with himself and turn rounds to you, but alone,

shipwrecked in you, within your febrile affection The night suffers and waits for the dawn, poor leaping heart. . Poor face closed like a vizor, miry anguish, fever that weighs down the stars,

there's someone who, like you, awaits the dawn examining your face in silence. You are laid on the outside under the whole night like a clos dead horizon poor leaping heart, that onceone day in like manner long ago-was the dawn.

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