Fantasma

Quien me soñará cuando ya no esté aquí?
Será la tierna noche,
Que en su manto índigo,
Borde con estrellas
Las letras de mi nombre?
O sera la áspera tierra,
En su dulce afán,
De flores y frutos, gramilla y trigal,
Que en su huella deje
Mi efímero transitar?
Solo quiero un sueño, una lágrima,
Una sonrisa, un pesar,
Un suspiro anónimo que recuerde mi andar





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Unknown ha dicho que…
I guess this is the joy of being beautiful and sensual for women? How I want to experience and enjoy those silk garments on my body! Do I sound misogynistic to you?
I mean! After a woman has worn her silk piece and then has it taken off as to lay it on the bed before going to take a bath after a night out, you just happen to be there and pick up the gown with the tips of your fingers and bring it close to the nose dangling it to smell and sniff on it especially the rear area, then you know she has been living her life as a woman all along and then you understand that the perfume is only the fragrance and the scent actually belongs to that woman’s body! .

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