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13/8/11

You Touched Me* (Walking on butter roller skates)


Walking on butter roller skates
over the ground at 50 degrees.
You touched me and I stepped a prairie  barefoot 
South of any country.
I looked the crag at the end of the road
and I covered my eyes to not see 
that you were not jumping alone 
I stood there waiting to find 
a shortcut that crosses our roads 
the day that you walk alone 
and remember the moment you were there.
Then I woke up.
But you touched me ...
Now I don’t want another thing
That isn’t to dream again.

@barubaro
Translated by Alejandro Posada
2emonich
"Fantasies are real" @HommoSapiens

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