Worn out soles
by the countless steps
on stones
on symmetry between sky and sea on asymmetry of the roads
worn out as well
tired
never ever so much
to cease the desire to walk
and observe
my skin
crash with new airs
new breaths
new skins
that I imagine touching mine enough to tremble
and dream
to make visible to eyes
outsiders
strangers
love between day and night sunrise and sunset
hands through hair
hands between life
and the kiss
on the forehead
everywhere.

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