Clementina Bertea, Poet

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Another day..., but different, like the enigma of your smile. In the window of time you appeared, a breath of wind. Who knows how you found me, or how I found you!? With my eyes closed I admire your face, a reflection of peace, on your lips I touch eternity, a second of love. Let's run barefoot, on the glitter of the sea, I tell you...., beyond the silence there are storms... Come, the night flows its last hours, let's sit on the corner of a star or rather let's hide in the roar of the waves that carry us on the cold winter sand. Give me your burning hand, the heat melts frenetic snowflakes. We are shipwrecked in a fleeting story. Gusts of emotions gallop in our glances. The white carpet creaks, crushed under our bare feet, in the minutes, shattered into small seconds, the idea is lost in the imagination. Our palms join in a dance without rules, my pirouettes abandon themselves in your embrace. In the darkness, which hastens its last moments, on my lips your sweet imprint remains. The appearance of dawn opens my eyes. In the window of time, the night fades into the day like dreams into reality...

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