Source   With a stroke of sadness, I banish you from my life, the shadows of your promises dissipate in the breeze. Loves I have lived, like overflowing rivers, taught me that in the game, hearts are sacred.

Source   What a desire to spend the night by your side, to get lost in your eyes, stars of a forgotten sky. To feel how our rhythms accelerate, two hearts dancing, creating new myths. What a desire to

Source   A minute by your side is a divine gift, a whisper in the air, a crystalline echo. It is to stop time, like a ray of light, that rests on the chest, that awakens a cross. It is to take seconds

Source   I ask your silence for permission, to express myself, just listen to the words that tighten my throat. They are not of love, even if love pulsates in their echo, they are of hope, a glimmer among

Source   You got inside my head like a whisper in the breeze, without asking permission, without warning, and though the night was quiet, my soul, spurred on, was carried away in the dance of this advancing

Source   My addicted mind, prisoner of a dream, slips softly through shadows and longings, transports me to your delicate scent, a whisper in the air, an eternal longing. You are the breeze that caresses

Source   You invade my gaze, sweet presence, like a sigh that caresses my soul, with your light you unfold the most beautiful essence, I find you in every corner of my calm. Your eyes are beacons in dark

Source   Lovemaking is a subtle art, where the body meets, where the soul is faithful. Many try, in a fleeting game, but to love with the soul, not with the able. To value with the heart, without fear

Source   Sometimes, for fear of the icy wind, we close the doors, the windows wide open, without noticing that in the shadows, a being in love plays softly, sincerely, seeking to enter. Memories of wounds,

Source   I am his submissive by conviction, for the pure pleasure it provokes in me, his touch, a whisper, a seduction, when with firmness, my soul runs wild. The hands that run over my awakened skin,

Source   I lack many things, I know, a coat of dreams that was not woven, some arms that embrace faith, and a mirror that reflects what she loved. But how happy I am, in this instant, each ray of sunshine

Source   I no longer want to know of sadness, of weeping and sorrow, the streets cry out their sadness, full of so many snails. I no longer want to see hungry children, their eyes full of dreams, glances

Source   I bet you that my lips are the measure of your kisses, like a verse in rhyme, like a river in time, flowing in the echo of a desire, whispering secrets to the wind. That my waist, contour of the

Source   I have been unfaithful to you in thoughts, in dreams that come and go, in whispers that the wind carries away, in desires that are never extinguished. You are the flame that ardently calls me,

Source   I like to look out of the window, contemplating the dance of the leaves, while the sun, in its setting, tinges the sky gold and red. Thinking of nothing, just feeling, the calm that envelops the

Source   Anyone takes off their clothes, in an act of skin and warmth, but stripping the soul is another story, a journey inside that demands courage. Thoughts are labyrinths, navigating them, a rough

Source   Tired of the echo of empty promises, of sweet words that never bloom, I intend to open my wings, to leave this nest, where the ‘I love you’ torments and is not true. I look to the horizon, I long

Source   My skin cries out to you in silence, whispers of an eternal love, I think of you and look for you in the wind, an echo of dreams, a sincere song. Because what I feel for you is a river that flows

Source   I want the wind to carry my kisses to you, like whispers that play with your voice, that in every breeze you feel the excess of my eternal love, sweet and swift. I want the rain to caress your

Source   You are my secret, my sweet sin, A forbidden fire that burns by my side. In every encounter, in every glance hides the desire that never goes out. Under the moon, when the world rests, our sighs