Let me write and meet with my words
not any words, not a nice word or an abstract
.
Help me back to the touch, the skin
letter made the kiss of paper and inks.
Show me the way again
make me feel alive
and walk the curves of your verses
the pounding beat of the image which can be seen.
know that there are
just behind your veil of English
mystery and your olive-scented pen
is anxious ...
back to me again.
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