kiss tomorrow will be what I name.
For I did not name any name you.
And without time petting
remember what is not you nor me.
Meanwhile, there is nothing. Nothing can.
Because of kisses is a dead, static
, forgotten or never.
never born or lived. Not even dreamed of.
I love the kiss. Atento.
dawned. You are born today, now.
and reborn at the very moment
that you kiss me. Kiss my stop.
My labor is always here and now.
My labor is this kiss that never ends.
A kiss is not written.
