To possess the distance and remain
forgotten. Time of indifference.

Wounded aroma.

To possess the space and listen
to its silence. White space.

Void.

As the natural place of dreams.
To stay in them and be transparency.

Naked.

And slide the fingers that are fountains
of aroma. That are bodies. That are
simulations.

Smell of YOU.

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