In my paper home

Between the feather and the inkwell

In the middle of torments

Of the whirl of time

Tossed

Swept

The fog of a past

An aurora which shines

And at night which finishes

Which carries with her

On the edge of its wings

The dreams which run away

As dies the candle

In the garden of a heart

Where nothing ever dies

As a flower you are born

What beautiful thing

Your golden hair

The iris of your eyes

In the fire colors

In this blue horizon

Sheltered from wounds

You construct armor

Harder than all walls

Between the feather and the inkwell

Words become caresses

Impressions of Tenderness

Some confessions only for us two

The head to heaven close the eyes

The heart which beats

From whom why

Awakens in you

A beautiful emotion

This strand of desire

Nice is life

In these instants

Let us engrave the instant

To the three rivers

You are my earth

Tony

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