?Now you and i are full of hummingbirds, luminous tin that the poets call hope, perfect blue games and subtle fires. We arrived one drizzly night to each other, devastated by merciless solitude, affirmed by dreams and flowers, to offer ourselves bewilderedly to the reality of love. Life back then was covered in tin and soot. The sorcerers extolled death from the world?s pulpits, while deaf philosophers and blind mathematicians (in droves) denied us the right to be marvelous saxon porcelain. The new caresses between us were repeated furiously. They mounted us inebriated, dancing over our hands, our lips, our bodies; and they delivered us from condemnation and cemeteries. We learned to be happy, keeping it far from the eyes of conscience. We learned to be each other?s only geography; to always remain just the two of us located in the two of us.?
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