I want the hours to stop
For the water to lay still
Like the characters in the books when I close the pages
They living trapped among words, until we again read
I want life to stop slipping away
For tea not get lukewarm
And to see your smile without a frown
without a care
I want Time to stop, every day, at 2 p.m.
And to embrace you forever, under this bridge
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| debajo del puente Mission Bay, Bonita Cove beach |
