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love poem by Alfonso Gatto

The big nights' summer
anything that moves beyond the clear filter
kisses, your face
a dream in my hands.

Far as your eyes
you came from the sea by the wind that seems
's soul.

And kisses passionately
until the 'dry mouth
as the night has opened
taken away from his breath.

You live then you live the dream
ch 'exists is true.

How t 'I looked.

I hand to tell you that dreams
are as beautiful as your face,
far as your eyes.

And the kiss I want is the 'soul.

(Alfonso Gatto)

kisses may have been real

might have been kissing dreams, images ..

but it is nice that everything exists.

A woman away, a neighbor .. Love.

There are verses that I read that I do my own, not with

the presumption of them I could write

but with the fantasy that I have devoted ...

... and maybe this is my destiny ... to be Musa ...