110 I am preserved by you within that rainy evening: I age, so in that day, I would appear younger -- With lips more soft than those you kissed and left, to miss them, To hold the present in the past -- the bond of parting; With eyes more rare than those you could not take your eyes from, With knees more sleek than those you felt with your whole body, With arms more tender than a swallow when I touched you, With laughter lighter than the one you, flying, followed. I age and do not age -- I have a double image Of rainy evenings glowing more than sunny mornings, Of my reflection in your eyes and in my mirror: To hold the past within the present of returning.


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