Translated material
*stiary
Proximity
range
embrace
kiss
the distance that appears and expands between us at the moment when your hand
when your eyes
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my skin craves touch
at times her entire inner side, invisible to the eye, blazes and ignites
setting fire to the consciousness and all the hidden thoughts, feelings, casts of memories, death masks of fantasies that are no longer
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I'm going where
I go where the warmth calls
like scarlet streams of ox about fluffy wool desires visible only to me
attract me
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today I promise to feel and take only feelings into account
today I promise to solve
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Oh wild horses of love
Come come come
I'm offering you the fields of my Heart
Come come come
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sometimes I want to start like this
it's me and I don't speak three languages
or so
mrr-meow
write in sonnet form
how is he* or she**
she is my sister he is gold washed in the sand
and I... maybe a heteronym***
thrown almost through an era
stretched through spaces and salt on the walls of houses and fingertips
I’m gradually relearning and unwinding all the norms of social behavior
interactions all forms that make contact difficult, I extend my hand and paw into interstellar space and there I feel the hearts of the world and us and me and you
words a - flower petals that fly freed from the root with a light touch of fingers or lips or eyelashes and sometimes tears or the corners of the mouth raised in a smile
I know what it’s like to dance in the emptiness of space, looking for the warmth of a small hand on a distant uninhabited island and gently hug this child and whisper to her you are not alone you are not alone anymore I love you and I promise to be there I will hold you like you once held me without even knowing it
(you are the pebble I'm the ripple)****
carelessness
imperfection
depth
detail detail detail like skin pores
like breathing
long gaze
closing eyes
the aroma tickles the nostrils like velvet, caresses the hairs with silk, spreads with moisture and hugs the tongue
the blessed elixir spreads over the skin, enveloping the body in a protective veil
I enter his realm as if it were my own, where they waited for me for a long time with hugs and wine, warm words, and the gentle sun.
Love
Love
Love
magic
light
warm
poetry
voice
walks/ walks
music
body
bodies in touch and contact when all borders become an invitation and gates and we penetrate each other
I open my arms to the ocean and it bursts into me and I become the sun
what I've always been
and I become the warmth of the sun as I have always been
I become the gust of wind I always was
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* Leo Boix
**Florbela Spain
*** Fernando Pessoa
****Ocean Vuong
February 2026