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  "id": "texto-texto-11-de-junio",
  "language": "en",
  "canonical": "https://paynalton.tech/en/works/texto-11-de-junio/",
  "title": "June 11",
  "summary": "A loving memory of a June 11.",
  "author": "Paynalton",
  "format": "poetry",
  "year": 2010,
  "source": "https://misotrosrelatos.blogspot.com/2010/06/11-de-junio.html",
  "partial": false,
  "topics": [
    {
      "title": "Poetry and poetic prose",
      "url": "https://paynalton.tech/en/topics/lectura-categoria-poesia/"
    },
    {
      "title": "Poetry",
      "url": "https://paynalton.tech/en/topics/lectura-poesia/"
    },
    {
      "title": "Poetic prose",
      "url": "https://paynalton.tech/en/topics/lectura-prosa-poetica/"
    },
    {
      "title": "Love",
      "url": "https://paynalton.tech/en/topics/lectura-amor/"
    },
    {
      "title": "Unlove",
      "url": "https://paynalton.tech/en/topics/lectura-desamor/"
    },
    {
      "title": "Memory",
      "url": "https://paynalton.tech/en/topics/lectura-memoria/"
    }
  ],
  "body": "Today is three years since a body that trembled at every touch of my fingers was trembling in my hands. With bright eyes you looked at me without saying a word. \"This is me,\" I said to break the silence, without daring to touch the delicate beauty surrounding your being, as if it were a fine figure of crystal, an illusion that would fade, a dream from which I would wake if I dared to cross the portal that separates fantasy from reality.<br><br>\n\n<div>\n\n<br><br>\n\n</div>\n\n<div>\n\nSubmerged in internal discussions, not knowing what to do, your arms surprised me and wrapped around me suddenly. Your head on my chest, your scent by my side. At that moment everything was clear, I embraced you with the delicacy I would dedicate to a newborn, I buried my face in your hair and closed my eyes, uttering words of love.\n\n</div>\n\n<div>\n\n<br><br>\n\n</div>\n\n<div>\n\nThat was the beginning, on the steps leading to the heart of the earth, a destiny was marked, a dream from which one day I would have to wake.\n\n</div>\n\n<div>\n\n<br><br>\n\n</div>\n\n<div>\n\nThat day I met your lips and your skin, your eyes and your scent. That day I fell in love with you.\n\n</div>\n\n<div>\n\n<br><br>\n\n</div>\n\n<div>\n\nThe sun shone over our heads and found us holding hands. It slowly moved across the sky without looking whether we would ever separate once. Walking among fountains full of life, walking without any definite direction, talking, laughing, falling in love, exchanging kisses that went into my very soul and claimed my heart.\n\n</div>\n\n<div>\n\n<br><br>\n\n</div>\n\n<div>\n\nThe day ended, but the dream continued.\n\n</div>\n\n<div>\n\n<br><br>\n\n</div>\n\n<div>\n\nTragic irony that I was immersed in that dream during the day, and it was during the night that destiny woke me from it.\n\n</div>\n\n<div>\n\n<br><br>\n\n</div>\n\n<div>\n\nJust meters away from you, without being able to see you, this time it was my hands that trembled as I held words of love meant for the shadows, which slipped away from me in silence to take refuge in an unknown heart. Your caresses sought another skin, your kisses sought other lips, your body shuddered in another bed.\n\n</div>\n\n<div>\n\n<br><br>\n\n</div>\n\n<div>\n\nThere was no anger nor resentment, in my chest there was only room for pain, for crying. The dream I wanted to live forever faded away, and I, this sad dreamer who didn't want to wake up, find myself here, still awake, fearing to remember, fearing to fall asleep again, fearing to dream again.\n\n</div>\n"
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