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by Alberto Ríos
Mr. Teodoro Luna in his later years had taken to kissing His wife Not so much with his lips as with his brows. This is not to say he put his forehead Against her mouth—— Rather, he would lift his eyebrows1, once, quickly: Not so vigorously he might be confused with the villain2 Famous in the theaters, but not so little as to be thought A slight movement, one of accident. This way He kissed her Often and quietly, across tables and through doorways3, Sometimes in photographs, and so through the years themselves. This was his passion, that only she might see. The chance He might feel some movement on her lips Toward laughter. 点击收听单词发音
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