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 Every night before bed I wonder: Will we meet someday?                                How much tears will fall and won’t be arrested for your lips?                            Will I have luck in this task? I have faith that it will happens.                      

  And my nails are gnawed by anxiety and my bed is empty when the moon rises   Will these scenes repeat for a long time?                                                       I hope can touch you skin and to feel you’re real.

  And my crazies desires to drink from your lips,                                                   to taste your skin and make you mine, Will they be satisfied?                     Though hope is great, only time will tell us…

  (Marcos)