I missed posting for yesterday, so here's the 12th and 13th counting down to the celebration of ♥...

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XIII.

I who lived in a harbour from which I loved you.
The solitude crossed with dream and with silence.
Penned up between the sea and sadness.
Soundless, delirious, between two motionless gondoliers.

Here's the 11th counting down to the celebration of ♥...

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XII./You gather things to you like an old road./You are peopled with echoes and nostalgic voices./I awoke and at times birds fled and migrated/ that had been sleeping in your soul.

Here's the 10th counting down to the celebration of ♥...

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I./I was alone like a tunnel. /The birds fled from me,/ and night swamped me with its crushing invasion./ To survive myself I forged you like a weapon,/ like an arrow in my bow, a stone in my sling.

Here's the 9th counting down to the celebration of ♥...

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XVI. /In my sky at twilight you are like a cloud/and your form and colour are the way I love them./You are mine, mine, woman with sweet lips/and in your life my infinite dreams live.

Here's the 8th counting down to the celebration of ♥...

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XV./As all things are filled with my soul/you emerge from the things, filled with my soul./You are like my soul, a butterfly of dream,/and you are like the word Melancholy.

Here's the 7th counting down to the celebration of ♥...

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X./Stories to tell you on the shore of evening,/sad and gentle doll, so that you should not be sad./A swan, a tree, something far away and happy./The season of grapes, ripe and fruitful season.

Here's the 6th counting down to the celebration of ♥...

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X./We have lost even this twilight./No one saw us this evening hand in hand/while the blue night dropped on the world.

Here's the 5th counting down to the celebration of ♥...

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IX./In the moist night my garment of kisses trembles/charged to insanity with electric currents,/heroically divided into dreams/and intoxicating roses practicing on me.