Image   I live periods of desolation, an ancient echo in my heart, my footsteps echo in the mist, where time stands still, and the gloom lights up. I see my body ageing, the wrinkles are witnesses of a

Image   She used to be the type to send long messages, with words woven in silk and charm, the kind who selected songs with care, as if every note had your name written on it. The kind who greeted first,

Image   Take me, love, without timetables or rules, make my lips your unrelenting beach. Let the wind whisper what our souls yearn for quietly, without shadows or bullets. Untie my soul with just a sigh,

Image   I beg your pardon, if my verses slip in, in the quiet nights where sleep settles, if my lyrics, like whispers, seep into your pillow, and the echo of my love through your thoughts. If my words,

Image   In my ashes, a flame beats, under the silence that the wind unleashes, I had been consumed in the ember of the fierce fire that life unleashes. My dreams, ashes, cold and alone, vanish in shadows,

Image   Maybe I don't know you, in this immense universe, where the stars whisper, secrets that carry the wind. I may not taste from your lips, the exquisite elixir, a nectar of golden dreams, that in

Image   In the sea of your reverie lies my fantasy, a whisper in the waves, where the soul opened up. It is the irony of a destiny, to be lost and found, on the same path. The sun rocks its ray on the

Image   Despite the days that absorb my wellbeing, when the shadow looms and the sun begins to fail, I will always have a light to look at, a bright star that invites me to dream. It's your eyes, it's

Image   She said to him: "Shout to the world that you love me, let the wind hear your voice, let every corner proclaim our love, like the sun at dawn". He whispered in her ear: "I love you,

Image   I have very good memories of you, whispers of laughter, promises to the wind, the shadow of yesterday dances in my mind, and the echo of stories rekindles the moment. We can't ignore each other

Image   You are not the size of your brassiere nor the measure that the mirror imposes, nor the echo of murmurs that disdain advise the mould that the soul should be moulded. You are not the width of your

Image   I won't be perfect but I'll be with you sheltering your soul, sweet longing, with the warmth of my strong arms, I wrap you in dreams, I keep deaths away. Illuminating your serene face, of a beautiful

Image   Come to me, my love, for the night is a bed Where desire burns in its sweet splendour. The stars twinkle, a mantle of dreams, and the whisper of the wind caresses the heart. I wait for you naked

Image   I can shout to the world that you're mine but I won't, I don't want to boast, my words are whispers of harmony, beneath the silence, our stronghold blossoms. In the twilight of these silent nights,

Image   Woman, you are the star that guides me, You shine in my night, in my melancholy. When the shadow covers my path your light illuminates me, sweet and sincere. In the gentle breeze whispers your

Image   She was poetry, she danced in the verses, like an eternal whisper that inspired universes. With the breeze of dawn her laughter intertwined with the lyrics of a lover that her heart longed for.

Image   At fifty and more, life settles, in wrinkles of time, wisdom settles. Feelings bloom, like a quiet garden, and smiles emerge, from a tired heart. The glances, once burning, today are soft fire,

Image   You know well what I want from you, in silence desires grow, there's no need for me to say it like this, for my eyes are beacons in your walks. Your gaze, sweet shelter in the distance, envelops

Image   Your fine lips are my downfall, a subtle fire that burns on my skin, whispers of moon, caress of sun, sin and miracle in the same brush. When the wind blows, it brings your voice, soft melody that

Image   You know what I want from you, I don't need to say it in words, my eyes discover me when I'm in front of you, my skin bristles with a single touch of your hands. In the silence, my heart whispers,