Source   Staring into our eyes in front of a mirror will allow us to find the key to our inner self, to re-encounter each situation that generated this present. We understand that if there were tears,

Source   The naked image is engraved in retinas stopped in time, the unforgettable silhouette of a unique moment, of a first time and unrepeatable sensations. I still believe that you are still there,

Source   The present fades like incense, when time has already dictated the end. I try to search in memory for that image of that incomparable yesterday. It is so different to accept that at some point

Source   Your sighs of passion give me away, for I am the one you groan for in loneliness. How could I forget those kisses that made you look at the sky, even hidden by the shadow of a roof? That surrender

Source   You will always be what you really want to be, as long as the place you predestine or wished to occupy is real and not a simple posture to be included. Consequently, we only let you see the tip

Source   Fate is unknown, as are my dialogues with life. I do not find the exact parenthesis to create another way to shout what has been silenced, for I have even lost the potential of my words. The hours

Source   You fear to accept reality and seek refuge in the timely confinement of oblivion. You cling to the sadness of waking up, lamenting the absence of what is no longer by your side. Without recognizing

Source   Through the gaze, the eyes speak, revealing the key that unlocks our inner self. In them truths are laid bare, for no one can hide what we have lived without the guilt of feeling mortal. The eyes

Source   I long to find another night like that one, full of mysteries, where your kisses and embraces deposit me far from the mundane noise. I want to turn that immense silence, created by loving each

Source   I need you in the lonely inclemency of my reality, because dreams no longer exist in these dark nights where even the moon has fled from my window. And in that outside nothing seems clear to me

Source   Deliver me from that night where the red moon, in all its splendor, guides the lost steps of what on this earth represents life, transforming my existence into that dark being with a cold look

Source   It is too late to turn back time, while the minutes in dizzying flight claim oblivion. But the history of every being has more time in yesterday, and that yesterday names you in every thought

Source   We learned to count every second, waiting for that connection that would take us to paradise. Without hearing or seeing each other, where imagination flies, it was a real nuisance, dying in the

Source   Submerged in this internal labyrinth, I need to find the way out and rediscover the brightness that illuminates my path towards a longed-for destination. I must stop the fatigue of an exhausting

Source   Inspire me as the blush of your skin does when you feel the simple touch of my fingers, there where the summits of your senses are cemented. May your moaning, destroyer of silent distances, which

Source   It happens and I didn't notice. Something pierced my existence, leaving me perplexed, searching for an answer that seems to elude my reason. For I refused to feel alive, trapped in an inertia

Source   To open my eyes after so long in the deepest darkness, is to rediscover that yesterday never left my existence, and that I perpetually commemorate the longing to love you. Freedom is the indefinite

Source   Silently, love comes to us, awakening within us a sweet revolution. It is a subtle intruder that defies logic, making us fear what our being urges us to accept. We struggle in the discord between

Source   Let me be the dream that you are so passionate about, the one that when you wake up between yawns will give you the beautiful feeling of being loved. Let me be the one who discovers in you every

Source   We learned to count every second, waiting for that connection that would take us to paradise. Because without hearing or seeing each other there, where imagination flies, it was a real nuisance