In the dark night from my window,
I dream that you arrive hummingbird of the dawn.
Embraced by the flight that is born in your wings
I want to be wind that comb your grace.
A thousand sighs I put on the silent flower
that lives in the kisses on the window.
In the dark night of this love that bleeds
I'm perfume and leprechaun of your dawn.
I am the texture, the flame caress,
Tenderness of a fire that gilds your soul.
If when reading me you notice that I sleep in nothingness
turn off your Moon and light my desire ...
Ricardo Martell
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