Someone once said, without fear of being wrong,
that true love is hidden in the gaze,
a flash of souls, an unparalleled fire,
and in the flight of an instant, it becomes light.
That sublime way of looking has been
my sweet perdition, my sweet condemnation,
in the abyss of eyes that time has woven,
I lost my mind, and my skin is poisoned.
Inevitably, you could understand,
that in that spark there are silent secrets,
open doors to a world of falling,
where in each blink of an eye there are assisted dreams.
Someone once said, with divine whispers,
that in the gaze hides eternity,
and here I am, captive, among angels and roads,
echoing this truth.