me too
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every now and then you let your white soul rest on mine
and everything shines
my heart comes to ache... even it burns
and i know it is your voice
through time
voice that calls
caresses and reveals (maybe an act of faith)
i want to know everything about you - about this life
every now and then i turn my gaze because you speak to me
it seems i'm alone
but i'm with you
your whisper and my mouth are getting closer and closer
i shut my eyes and i live it and believe it (sounds crazy)
but it's that in my whole being the silver threads show themselves
under my skin are the threads left after the last embrace and separation
you must understand
it's a loop in which time pulls us apart
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how many more doors have to close before we put our bodies together again?
no, i'm not tired
i can't get tired of me - nor of my love
we've been walkers of many lives
i've watched you burn
you have seen me die
why this vain torment?
(whatever you're thinking)
-me too-
((( ¡ )))
Original content by @nanixxx. All rights reserved ©, 2024.
Bello (mucho).
😇...🤔
Edited? Buenos días @nanixxx
😉
¡Ya es mediodía!
Hasta luego, disfruta de una bonita tarde
Gracias, lo mismo digo. Aquí llueve, pero está fresco y ayuda de cierta manera a la inspiración. 👋
It's struggle which is going on in everyone's life and it's also reason of chaos inside the heart of person.
must be... 🤔
(That's two now that got me thinking) 😅
Keep on thinking and this thinking will turn on your creative writing mood!
😄 Yes, because drawing is not my thing, Taha!
It was also not my thing but because of hive I am turning on my every zone 😂. I am trying to fit in every box out there.
👀 👏🏻
The other knows everything, our past, present and future, the one who lives in another timeline that sees everything and we are ourselves, pure white light. Beautiful Nani!😍
✨☕😉
Thank you.
It's so nice what you write. I may not understand much of your love, but I know you are sensitive and suffering. But to love like that you also suffer. That happens. 🥰❤️
Well, in literature there are no demarcable boundaries between fact and fiction, so you don't have to worry. This is just a poem, mamani. 😇
Algo de español, Please 🙏
de vez en cuando dejas que tu alma blanca descanse sobre la mía
y todo brilla
mi corazón llega a doler... incluso arde
y sé que es tu voz
a través del tiempo
voz que llama
acaricia y revela (tal vez un acto de fe)
quiero saberlo todo de ti - de esta vida
de vez en cuando vuelvo la mirada porque me hablas
parece que estoy sola
pero estoy contigo
tu susurro y mi boca se acercan cada vez más
cierro los ojos y lo vivo y lo creo (suena loco)
pero es que en todo mi ser se muestran los hilos de plata
bajo mi piel están los hilos que quedaron después del ultimo abrazo y separación
debes entender
es un bucle en el que el tiempo nos separa
¿te he hecho daño? dime
¿cuántas puertas más tienen que cerrarse antes de que volvamos a unir nuestros cuerpos?
no, no me canso
no me canso de mí - ni de mi amor
hemos sido caminantes de muchas vidas
te he visto arder
me has visto morir
¿por qué este vano tormento?
(lo que estés pensando)
-yo también-
;)
Gracias lindo 🙌✌️
Gracias a ti por interesarte. 😍
Una lluvia de sensaciones y caminos...
sí
🖤
☕