Autocardiograma
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Autocardiogram
And through the aorta artery at last
I felt you enter
And in the left atrium
You left your trousseau.
You occupied my heart
Without analyzing my blood
Just one kiss of love
Ventricular
Was enough for me
to start recovering
my arterial pulse.
You were filling my heart
Sentencing my loneliness
And I'm ashamed to confess
That I already depend on you
That I carry your warmth in my veins
And that I am happy
