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maria
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Red.

Everything with you is red.

Your eyes,

our lips,

my cheeks...

your shirt.

Red.

Intense like the feeling that compels you to kiss me every time I try to talk.

A little bit of red,

a little bit uncertain,

a little bit of danger,

a little bit of love.

Red.

A color that contrasts with that ravened hair,

the hazel eyes,

the pale skin,

the lonely heart.

Red.

A chant in the morning,

the color of the setting sun.

The blood of my ancestors and yours.

Of everything that once hurt and into poetry got transformed.

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