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If some time your breast pauses,
if something stops moving, stops burning through your veins,
if the voice in your mouth esacapes without becoming a word,
if your hands forget to fly, and fall asleep,
My love, leave your lips half open:
because that final kiss should linger with me,
it should stay still, forever, in your mouth,
so that it goes with me, too, into my death.
I will die kissing your crazy cold mouth,
caressing the lost fruit bud of your body,
looking for the light of your closed eyes.
And so when the earth receives our embrace
we will go blended in a single death, forever
living the eternity of a kiss