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               Nocturna Como un beso olvidado en tus mejillas tu recuerdo surge como la espuma. Como un abrazo prometido en la bruma la espesa niebla necesita ser encontrada. Como las palabras que susurro a tu oido, tu mirada se pierde entre tu timidez. Como las caricias que se hunden en tu piel, mi corazón late sin ritmo conocido. Como el roce de tus manos con las mías, mis pulmones se llenan de pureza, libertad. Como el olor de tu pelo, el de una deidad, me abstraen de mi mundo a tu realidad. Como los momentos divinos que no se acaban, fugazmente nos atraviesan, nos devoran. Como los mágicos sentimientos que no

  I knew a man once.  I never spoke to him, but I knew him all the same.  He was the kind of fellow who did nothing to be noticed, and yet you couldn't help but notice him.  I remember the first time I saw him, brooding over that stone tablet.  He always stared at that board as if he couldn't see anything else; it was the only thing in the world for him.       I always took the subway to and from work; it was faster, and therefore better, or so logic would say.  Logic isn't always right.  I figured that, and walked home on a day when I was feeling particularly distracted.  I don't know why, it wasn't logical.  It seemed right.     The park