randomly i remember one night very late, almost morning, me driving in Lisbon, the night was warm and i stopped on the red light...the radio was on, and i heard someone reading my words...to this day i remember the strangeness of the feeling and sometimes i wonder if i was delirious...it was just a man reading it on a very very late hot nightmy name was not heardhablas en suspiros y respiroscan you hear me breath?... could you hear me breath that night?i looked at you and your voice was so beautiful so here so therediré tu nombre veces y veces sin contarlaslo diré como si no te amara como si te amarala vida secreta de las palabras es casi nuestra vidathat is a poem in itselfword collagesjust so I don't lose youforeverwhen I'm voiceless and gone
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