At this time of the night (2.30 am in Madrid), I finally decide to sit down and obey my duty of communicating with you... Whoever you might be, likely no more than an extension of my yearnings. A deep mantle of drowsiness warms the early hours of the early, very early dawn... Stillness and silence, mystery and confidenciality.
Am tired and need to rest. Want to do it. A woman is in my mind, and I recall J.R.J. verses, somehow related to her... Let me recite them, savour them, quick, short verses turned into an infinity of pleasure and time, and let me go to bed and rest, in love and delight.
"Al amanecer,
el mundo me besa
en tu boca, mujer".
Good night, God might bless you.
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