[ Thoughts of a Cyber ​​hippie: "The last time I hide"]

From the eyes of his beloved,
the paradox of the spirit blooms naturally
from passion and transcendence.
Time is an inevitable factor, but the choice is always ours.
Oh, this mega cities, that can see it all.
Can you see that I'm stronger,
the fact that we were exceptional, we spent the time on growth.
¿Have we understood the meaning of 'working hard'?
Our eyes meltdown like a tender light,
like the magic of spring and the night full of stars.
I love you when you're exquisite and when you're not,
with your bathed body of the red light of the candles
that encourages me to enter into the sense of touch.
So beautiful, that I bite my lower lip.
And I feel like I'm in another firmament.
But there are no clouds or stars,
only one room on the 255 floor
and a heat similar to hell but with a touch of warmth.
You also make me believe
I don't need my eyes anymore;
because I feel you now,
and you become that piece of art,
that femininity that spasms me,
that one I dream about;
it all biases me into telling you that I love you so.
And because I want to waste my time,
I saturate myself with thoughts
and I suffocate in yearnings.
You make me so restless!
That I've decided to leave this ink
to come get you so we can express,
all the life we got inside.
How beautiful it is to have breakfast outdoors
and reinvent ourselves among our fellow cyborgs.
My mantra has became that interplanetary night...
How wonderful that this is the last time... I hide.

-N3ruda

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