Countless, passionates, eager kisses.
Which made us dream,
which float us to sky.
Love who hides behind the Moon.
Who does not realize how it shines.
Love who, without wanting it,
loved it more than its own life.
Portraits of sad smiles and blue eyes,
that were not compared,
even with the color of the sky.
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