book of love
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Tengo hambre de tus ojos, de tu boca, de tus besos...
Those were the first words I heard Rafael say.
I hunger for your eyes, your mouth, your kisses ...
On a warm October day, he stood at the front of the University of Miami classroom, reciting a poem in both Spanish and English. It was the second week of school, and he'd transferred into Public Speaking 101. He'd missed a few classes already and because of that, everyone noticed him on the day he read aloud.
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