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( "Bodies", art exhibition, Ventosa Antonio Blanco )

While you're not I can knit and unravel old poems
Of those that no longer serve
cosértelos back to cutting my soul to your needs
I can baste the world in
threads that melt in the attempt to find
between despair and the desire
in the absolute power of your memory this
in rhyme of your languages \u200b\u200band in the distance of your cries
and break a phrase in poems, while you're away.

While you're not I can shield the heart and try to get you
Searching for you on the banks of the thousand rivers where you warp your letters
in the heady moments where you will not find
where I care more about the truths

the marvels of fiction that weaves sweet realities.
I can give joy to my busy solitude
In the perpetual sound of your silence
me bitter condemnation of the scope of your absence.

Not in any of my miraculous signs of idealism in each cosmos
or I walk,
or in the depths of your seas
in the regions are not lost,
celestial vapors or the thickness of my forest
're not anywhere where I used to find you.

While I can try tejerte are not my accomplice
night Tangos walking my kisses and Night
but are not now in my hands or my empty
disputes sung to the dismay of your nights
or the geometry of my hemispheres absurd
or the mythological awe of your songs
anyway my sun, while I can dream you're not
I can sing a thousand verses
although the death cry
die to get you because you are not,
anywhere.

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do not do anything but think of you-Serrat