VIBRATING By the hour, alone this time,slightly feelings,arc of light take a tripdisorderedlike the hands.By the hour,zenith of blurred pleasure,legally separated.By the hour only,grave and slow instant,thin to full vanish,be left outside hanging than the breathing,attended thousand times, and morepleasure it’s relax desired in the mind.By the hour, only nowthe absent kissyou give back free,me give back clear,wait a momentand there, where that kiss startburn and huge streamtimeless posses to me,by the hour,, you’reyou, my without magic.By the hour I’mYour without accents,vibrating your voice are uprooted to meevery instant,and by the hour onlyat the distance,a cloud resist to you,the light cloth torn of your onlytouch on me.And we, after, thenwe alone, finished of air,we alone and nothing, vibrating.Vibrating.da "Riverberi di luce"di Patrizia P
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VIBRATING By the hour, alone this time,slightly feelings,arc of light take a tripdisorderedlike the hands.By the hour,zenith of blurred pleasure,legally separated.By the hour only,grave and slow instant,thin to full vanish,be left outside hanging than the breathing,attended thousand times, and morepleasure it’s relax desired in the mind.By the hour, only nowthe absent kissyou give back free,me give back clear,wait a momentand there, where that kiss startburn and huge streamtimeless posses to me,by the hour,, you’reyou, my without magic.By the hour I’mYour without accents,vibrating your voice are uprooted to meevery instant,and by the hour onlyat the distance,a cloud resist to you,the light cloth torn of your onlytouch on me.And we, after, thenwe alone, finished of air,we alone and nothing, vibrating.Vibrating.da "Riverberi di luce"di Patrizia P