(Full Moon, Lorenzo Goñi)
invites you to drink of the night, to be a shadow that hides in the walk to fill my broken streets of vice city smoking in my numb ... here, where I found you an afternoon emerging violent winds spell ... of that spell of yours who does not play or is corrupted.
invites you to us ink-stained night to dissolve in the nostalgia of your poems in the moonlight.
invites you into the jaws of the eternal night, to figure out my moon bite of winter here where I have and where you are not yet so I can stop you, hold you and hold you, licking the lines, breathing the night, to find the throbbing kiss you owe me, to begin the story we were given on the eve of the shadows.
I also invited some to forget, to stop mourn the rhymes of your slow passion against the absence, to ignore for a moment the night pounding hammer reminiscent failure, you lose your big hill with the black ravine I was chained, leaving the night choking with words ... smoke in the lungs and the heart smoking.
invites you to walk stealthily you and I watching the shadows, bring me your poetry and ocher moon slips from behind me, to write me with their lips on each run of these old streets, so I steal the lines clear night you up shoulders, hug me by my waist and tighten your chest and steal me how I feel wild.
invites you to be drunken in the night of my kisses, to be caressing under cover of night sky, to be looked at the moon without forgetting the way the verse ... because kissing is that old exercise of amazement that we inherit as many of our experienced leaks.
invites you to kiss me from darkness, to feel just the sound of quiet tonight and pulse of our senses turned into the song of delirious triumph of the stars.
invites you to be mine which forges the endless night ... and in the dark rumor trailing silent in this city fierce and numb you to drink up all invited skin tonight.
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