you give me light that's enough,
I have a lot of sprouts,
my roots are hidden inside me,
there's no one to come and go, to open and ask
you want a poem that has imitations inside
pardon me my love
I don't have anything as beautiful as you in my shoulder bag,
to look at you is to look at a white paper
ready to be everything
to look at you is to look at the water
to be ashamed of the figure you see
to look at you is to reject every coincidence
and to understand a miracle
to look at you is to believe in God
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