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I'm staying ...

I'm staying ...

I keep the taste of your lips like caramel, with the white clouds covering the sky, removing fears. I lay your back caressing me as I sleep, with the noise your eyes make while kissing you.

I'm keeping this today that comes eternal, in a minute... I'll stick with the way your name lights lamps in the darkest corners of my chest,
as if every syllable of yours was a bird of light Heading home after the winter. I'll hold your hands, Those two shores where my storms crash,
and with the calmness you pour into my soul like the fine rain upon the thirsty land. I'll keep the silence we share, for in him flourish gardens invisible,
and words, timid and small, they keep watching our heartbeats speak. I'll keep your embrace, who have the strange habit of stopping time,
as if the watches took off the shoes to walk slowly towards our dreams. I take the moon that peeks at your pupils, with the stars nesting in your laughter,
and with that secret universe that only exists when you look at me. I'll keep the music of your brief absence, because even when you walk away for a moment
you leave your footprints on like lighthouses trembling in my memory. I stay with the simple miracle of finding you, among millions of possible ways,
how the river finds its destination or the seed the reason to become a tree. And if one day the wind messes up the calendars, if time becomes a tired old man
and life fills us with goodbyes, I'll keep staying. Because I do not stay with your mouth alone, not with your skin, not with your kisses.
I stay with the way your love has learned the language of my wounds, with the tenderness that sews my cracks without asking where they come from.
I'm staying with you... As the sea stays with the memory of rivers, as the dawn stays with the last sleep of the night, how the poetry stays
in the heart of those who need it. And when the world is too big, and fear wants to sit at my table again, i will close my eyes and remember that you exist.
Then I will know that there are loves that do not pass, that they don't grow old, that they don't leave.
Loves that live forever in the deepest place of the soul, where time does not reach and eternity speaks out your name. ✨❤️
Ana Ocaña

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