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Quisiera ser

I'd like to be the owner
Of the agreement of your mouth
I'd like to be the verb that you don't invite
To the party of your voice
Have you wondered some time, tell the truth
If the wind feels
Under your clothes
When you bath in the sea naked
And it caresses your body
And in the party of your skin
The salt, the waves will be felt, the sand will be felt
It makes me sad
I'd like to be the air that escapes from your laugh
I'd like to be the salt to sting you in your wounds
I'd like to be the blood that you envelop with your life
I'd like to be the dream that you would never share
And the garden of your joy from the party of your skin
(They) Are of those kisses that are neither hot nor cold
But if they're from your mouth
I want them too
I'd like to be sincere
I bet that I lose you
In this frase I only ask for your forgiveness
Why don't I write something better. Oh, I don't know
You have asked me some time, only for asking,
For what reason have I drawn the air
That was playing at being silence
If in reality I understand you
Or we just love each other
And if at night it hurts (you) like (it hurts) me
To desire so much from afar
The salt, the waves will be felt, the sand will be felt
It makes me sad
 
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Quisiera ser

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