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Mar 2016
To write in such a way
That you hear music
Without sound
See my breath
Without frost in the air
Feel my heartbeat
From afar
Is not as difficult
As to make you believe
That words as intentions
Are the same as actions
To come
But I will continue
Until you know what I say is true
And that what I am building
Is a bridge between caution and longing
From the songs that I hear
And the breath that I see
And the heartbeat that I feel
From you
Mark Lecuona
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