CONFESSIONS TO THE SLIM GIRL

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The poems are for her

Some are for her.

My special inspiration.

An unconscious lyrical experiment.

For her;

to whom songs can be composed

without the slightest effort;

just by looking at her.

Discreet melodies

slow caresses.

I cannot love her greed

but I can love her whole

with faults and quarrels.

I must confess that also

all my sentences are for her.

And where my love was deposited;

for her.

Along with the agony of my bones.

My love is for her.

She may want it

or not want it

it doesn't matter

it's for her.

For her

who likes to dress well

and adorn herself with flowers

and shiny handbags.

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