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To love is to stay by his side,
though time, unyielding, passes,
when words become echoes,
and only silence, faithful, embraces us.
In the nights of sleeping stars
where whispering is no longer necessary,
glances that speak, without melodies,
sing stories in the same space.
It is to embrace with the strength of the wind,
to contain all the brilliance of the instant,
to be a refuge in the slow world,
of two hearts in a single constant beat.
Even if time, with its soft veil,
wisely changes our skin,
the memories melt into a warm bird,
that returns and returns, like an eternal snail.