Published: 05 Mar 2018 › Updated: 05 Mar 2018
Yet
Even here I think of you,
Even at this hour I die for you,
And it is that the distance is as infinite as the distance from the sound of the river that walks,
And yet I know that that far away where your flow arrives is you,
Because your curves are your curves,
Because its waters are your caresses,
Because your energies is your love for life,
And dreaming of you has become my madness,
Your kisses my delirium,
And your voice
My illusion ...
Carlitos Hurtado
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