is not the skin that stings,
or the voices that call,
is not the hand that trembles,
or bleeding wound,
not weeping eyes, arms
nor related,
are mouths to kiss, caress
not advancing, not
is beating it hurts, or is
aroma that intoxicates,
not accusing fingers, gestures
nor tear:
life is seething
between sleep, words that seduce and amaze
,
that beat and cheat, because they fly and live
,
because they are born and escape,
because they want to avoid, and kill
and crackle.
is not the skin that feels.
not skin
is the soul.
Words: Antonia Álvarez Álvarez
Picture: Internet
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