sunburnt skin, eyes full of starry reflections on the water. the sea and earth, the colors and scents of spring. lemons and green leaves, rocks and hills and stone walls, coarse salt on the oil on the cake, breakfast on the balcony, my lips on yours, always. the bright light that wakes us up in the morning from the window with the sound of the waves, we observe that between the white sheets with the first glimpse of the morning that we will reach the distant cliffs.
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