Eneia Veredas

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I want to see you so much.

Desire. And the days pass and they climb

in the visa calendar where you are not,

of your continuous absence

and this longing without shelter.

I want to see you. And then I look secretly

from all eyes, your photo,

where your hand dances in the air,

between the ashtray and the edge of the table,

your smile stages this permanence,

your tenderness on display, without fading,

without wear, growing,

for this wound of not seeing you,

between my brother's face and my gaze,

hidden by the camera. I want to see you so much.

I want you so much. I want you.

I still long to be able to kiss you.

And this fire in my chest

for the desperation of waiting for you.

Owls