💠ENTRE TÚ Y YO… TÚ💠

🔷 Ojalá el amor sea la próxima pandemia 
porque últimamente ando tan textual,
que un día intenté dejar de pensar,
otro día no logré dejar de pensarte,
y aquí me encuentro escribiéndote 
bajo los efectos del amor en su máximo grado.

Y es que escribir por escribir, 
me da exactamente igual, pero lo cierto es 
que me apetece besarte a versos
desde los  arrecifes de mi intimidad
hasta mi piel existencial y además cuenta la leyenda 
que siempre nos conjugamos en el verbo amar.

Lo que te quiero decir es que insospechadamente,
en la ciudad Love You sólo a tí te encuentro,
pues dibujo una puerta, la abro y ahí está,
tan tuyo... tan nuestro, 
el dulce fuego en los besos de nuestros versos.🔷

© Copyright 2020, Anabel Kluny. Reservados todos los derechos.

31 comentarios sobre “💠ENTRE TÚ Y YO… TÚ💠

    1. Gracias a tí por leer y por tu gran generosidad. Estoy encantada de que disfrutes en esta página perdida 😊
      Sí, es cierto…, en algunos poemas hay punto de dolor aunque no de esa impresión, pues siempre intento matizar con un toque de esperanza que es en realidad, la que nunca se debe perder.
      Un abrazo desde la distancia.

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  1. Hi! How are you?
    Are you surprised that I write to you?
    In this part of the world
    I was thinking of you…
    Well, how are you?
    I the truth, as always,
    one day I tried to stop thinking
    another day, I couldn’t stop thinking about you,
    and here I am, writing to you under the influence of love
    in its highest degree …
    And is that writing for writing,
    I really do not care,
    but the truth is
    that if you draw metaphors on my existential skin,
    You take me to eternity
    What I want to say is
    that on the Amar route
    I only find you
    where I am the letter,
    and you my best verse,
    you know,
    I draw a door, open it and there they are …
    You and your lips burning
    making love in this desert thirsty for wind.
    Sincerely brilliant and from your soul of romance that will live forever.💖💞

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  2. Hi, how are you?
    Are you surprised I write to you?
    In this part of the world
    I was thinking about you…
    So, how are you?
    I really, as always,
    one day I tried to stop thinking,
    another day, I couldn’t stop thinking about you,
    and here I am, writing to you under the effects of love
    to its fullest degree…
    And it’s that writing by writing,
    Actually, I don’t care,
    But the truth is
    that if you trace metaphors on my existential skin,
    you take me to eternity.
    What I mean is
    that on the Amar route
    only I find you,
    where I’m the lyrics,
    And you my best verse,
    You know
    I draw a door, I open it and there it is…
    You and your burning lips,
    making love in this windy desert.
    H

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  3. Hi, how are you?
    Are you surprised I write to you?
    In this part of the world
    I was thinking about you…
    So, how are you?
    I really, as always,
    one day I tried to stop thinking,
    another day, I couldn’t stop thinking about you,
    and here I am, writing to you under the effects of love
    to its fullest degree…
    And it’s that writing by writing,
    Actually, I don’t care,
    But the truth is
    that if you trace metaphors on my existential skin,
    you take me to eternity.
    What I mean is
    that on the Amar route
    only I find you,
    where I’m the lyrics,
    And you my best verse,
    You know
    I draw a door, I open it and there it is…
    You and your burning lips,
    making love in this windy desert.
    Hi, how are you. . . I’m fine, may I drink from your lips of wine. . . . Taste the romance in the night. . . Caress your skin until morning light. . . As we walk and talk of life’s journey. . . . One that will set us free on a day of humanity. Love your poem, from the heart and soul, love genuinely real and romantic.💞

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  4. Hi, how are you?
    Are you surprised I write to you?
    In this part of the world
    I was thinking about you…
    So, how are you?
    I really, as always,
    one day I tried to stop thinking,
    another day, I couldn’t stop thinking about you,
    and here I am, writing to you under the effects of love
    to its fullest degree…
    And it’s that writing by writing,
    Actually, I don’t care,
    But the truth is
    that if you trace metaphors on my existential skin,
    you take me to eternity.
    What I mean is
    that on the Amar route
    only I find you,
    where I’m the lyrics,
    And you my best verse,
    You know
    I draw a door, I open it and there it is…
    You and your burning lips,
    making love in this windy desert.
    It would be nice to make love in a windy desert. It would be nice to make love anywhere actually💞

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  5. Hi, how are you?
    Are you surprised I write to you?
    In this part of the world
    I was thinking about you…
    How about you?
    I truth as always,
    one day, I tried to stop thinking,
    another day, I couldn’t stop thinking about you,
    And here I am, writing to you
    under the effects of love
    to its fullest degree…
    And it’s that writing by writing,
    Actually, I don’t care,
    But the truth is
    that if you draw metaphors
    on my existential skin,
    you take me to eternity.
    What I mean is
    than on the Amar route,
    only I find you,
    where I’m the lyrics,
    and you’re my best verse, you know,
    I draw a door, I open it,
    And there they are…
    Your lips burning,
    making love
    in this desert
    thirsty for wind.
    Very passionate about love and life!!💞

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  6. Hi, how are you?
    Are you surprised I write to you?
    In this part of the world
    I was thinking about you…
    How about you?
    I truth as always,
    one day, I tried to stop thinking,
    another day, I couldn’t stop thinking about you,
    And here I am, writing to you
    under the effects of love
    to its fullest degree…
    And it’s that writing by writing,
    Actually, I don’t care,
    But the truth is
    that if you draw metaphors
    on my existential skin,
    you take me to eternity.
    What I mean is
    than on the Amar route,
    only I find you,
    where I’m the lyrics,
    and you’re my best verse, you know,
    I draw a door, I open it,
    And there they are…
    Your lips burning,
    making love
    in this desert
    thirsty for wind.
    Passionate and powerful words from your soul. Love it Anabel!!💞

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  7. Hello
    How are you?
    Are you surprised I write to you?
    In this part
    of the world,
    I was thinking about you…
    How about you?
    I truth as always,
    one day, I tried to stop thinking,
    another day, I couldn’t stop thinking about you,
    And here I am, writing to you
    under the effects of love
    to its fullest degree…
    And it’s that writing by writing,
    Actually, I don’t care,
    But the truth is
    that if you draw metaphors
    on my existential skin,
    you take me to eternity.
    What I mean is
    than on the Amar route,
    only I find you,
    where I’m the lyrics,
    And you my best verse,
    You know
    I draw a door,
    I open it,
    And there they are…
    Your lips burning,
    making love
    in this windy desert.
    Making love in a windy desert, how romantic and passionate. I opened the door and there you were.💞

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  8. Hello
    How are you?
    Are you surprised I write to you?
    In this part
    of the world,
    I was thinking about you…
    How about you?
    I truth as always,
    one day, I tried to stop thinking,
    another day, I couldn’t stop thinking about you,
    And here I am, writing to you
    under the effects of love
    to its fullest degree…
    And it’s that writing by writing,
    Actually, I don’t care,
    But the truth is
    that if you draw metaphors
    on my existential skin,
    you take me to eternity.
    What I mean is
    than on the Amar route,
    only I find you,
    where I’m the lyrics,
    And you my best verse,
    You know
    I draw a door,
    I open it,
    And there they are…
    Your lips burning,
    making love
    in this windy desert.
    I love this poem. I know I read it before, but it’s brilliant. Are you okay Anabel, are you sick or upset with me. Did I say something wrong?? I hope you are okay. I miss you liking my poetry and seeing your name in my email and sharing our comments. If I said something to offend you, please forgive me💞😊 I am here for you if you want to talk✨💞

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