Your grace runs through my veins
Elusive reflection of your eyes
Painted in the horizon
Blown by the wind, out of nowhere
Echoes of your thoughts from within
This empty happiness, longing for you
Inquiring footsteps, back and forth
Anxious, breathing like a stone
Shaken by the waves of your voice
When you mention my name
But then you're gone, completely gone
My sharp and slippery assonance
Led to your vanishing presence
That presence is my life...
- Maria Zobel Certeza, March 29, 2003
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