Do not love me
As if you have all the time to do it
Or a thousand lovers were waiting for you outside.
Love me with the strength
With which gravity is pulling down your breast
With the white stripes of hair
That although the monthly L’Oreal keep on returning.
Love me with the stains
That time started to shape on your hands
And the deepness of your wrinkles
As if I were the last one of your lovers
Your passage to adulthood .
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