Let me breathe for long time,
the scent of your hair,
immerse my whole face in it,
like a thirsty man
in the water of a spring rain,
and wave it with my hand
to shake memories into the air.
If you could see all I see,
all I feel in your hair,
my soul travels on your perfume
as the souls of other men on music.
Your hair contains my whole dream,
full of sails and masts;
contains great seas whose monsoons
carry me to charming climates,
where space is bluer and deeper,
and the atmosphere perfumed by human skin.
In the caresses of your hair,
I find the languor of long hours
spent on the sofa in my room,
I see the infinity of tropical azure;
I breathe combined smells
of musk and coconut oil.
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