Ricardo Arjona duerme

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Your lips open
With a slight hum when breathing
Your face without gestures
Your breasts excuses
Of a possible motherhood
All your sleep there
After the stampede
Of two bodies and love
Your belly making a hole
To save my pistils of light water
Your bare feet
And your open arms
Your navel, the universe all in you
And I smoke your breath
After the battle
Of two bodies and love
In your nails there are traces of me skin
And on my skin there is sweat from sharing
It is salt sweat that tastes like honey
They are your hands scratching in the forbidden
Sleep, sleep
I still don't know if I'm dreaming
Heaven has come to this place
While your body is still trembling
Sleep, sleep
I will be the sentinel of your dreams
That you will not find a better one there
Than the one I just owned
Your spilled hair
Filling my mattress with jet
Your painted nails, your closed legs
Your folds in perfect dark light
And I believe more in God, after fortune
Of two bodies and love
And you who still don't realize that I love you
Because you don't understand the language of my hands
Tomorrow when I wake up I will tell you
Whatever this time, because I am a coward, I keep quiet
Sleep, sleep
I still don't know if I'm dreaming
Heaven has come to this place
While your body is still trembling
Sleep, sleep
That I will be the sentinel of your dreams
That you will not find a better one there
Than the one I just owned

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