I visualize from my window, how the afternoon falls, in a stormy sky. The squall, disconcerted and maddened, with discourtesy invades with its native and untamed fury. With greed and contempt, the atmosphere is torn, and there are no more sunset colors. Leaden and puffy clouds, with appetizing interest, attack the firmament.

The celestial vault explodes and roars in resounding clamors, with lightning flashes that exhale shocking sparks. An enraged and delirious wind grumbles, shaking trees and bushes with possession. Aged and dejected leaves collapse forming a huge and colorful blanket.

I distinguish in the distance, how the lights flicker and agonize in the pearly and soft fog. The sky, on the contrary, seeks balance and peace of mind in the attack, in courtship, and as a gift releases one of its most precious riches, the raindrops.

The rain, the revelry, and the merriment of the celestial kingdom. Beautiful sparks, light and graceful, of sublime style, who with exquisiteness are stamped and chiseled, against the ground. The roofs ring with these mysterious and crazy dancers. Fun and skillful, they use the leaves as trampolines, over and over again. They are the humidity that invades everything in its path.

I see and feel from my window, how the raindrops slide down. Longings stir in this tormented and anguished soul, your memories invade my solitude like rain. You disturb my stillness, murmuring purrs, intimate, mysterious, and daring. You are my most hidden and masked secret.

You disconcert my thoughts with your disembodied presence, you shake my heart, in an unusual and extravagant swaying, as only your being can do. You snake my emotions like the voracious wind, on a fateful night, random and restless.

With shrewdness and cunning, you exasperate my nostalgia. I would give my life to tell you, but cowardice subdues me and invades me assiduously.

I often ask myself "Do you realize how my eyes shine when I see you? How do I tremble and blush at your side?" I seek to identify signs but I can't find them, I get lost alone in my deserts and vagueness. If only you would reciprocate... maybe yes, maybe no... You, my chimerical motivation, my delirium in the entelechy, my galaxy in the immensity, which I may never be able to reach.

You are essence in attributes, with captivating and seductive energy. You exude an unrelenting masculinity with your appearance and presence. Everything about you is decisiveness, integrity, and tenacity. You are the epitome of intelligence, probity, and commitment. I admire that endearing child in you, the one that makes you trepid and sparkle with jocularity, in your surprising witticisms, with your good sense of humor.

Your eyes are a genetic perfection, exquisitely rounded, generous, and kind. Black as the Cat's Eye Escapolita, with iridescent reflections in the light, saturated with inner harmony. But at nightfall they are enigmatic, incomprehensible, and mysterious, plundering my battered sanity with your gaze in an inscrutable, invasive, stealthy, and suggestive way.

You bewitch me with your smile, you hook me with those dimples that give life to your cheeks and trigger my passions with haste. Your voice, of abysmal depth, exudes power and sensual appeal. It is resonant and commanding, a primer that caresses and seduces my ears, that persuades and skillfully wobbles my equilibrium.

On one occasion, as I recall, we were leaving work one summer afternoon, as we walked and the cool breeze frolicked frantically, tangling my hair. You smiled with exquisite grace, brushing a lock of hair away from my face and tucking it behind one of my ears, your mimosa subtlety electrified my whole body.

You are my weakness, my distinguished and exquisite pleasure, you riot my peace, you enliven my soul in love, and I am your invisible prisoner in the silence. You smell of sweet awakening and stormy nights. There are so many things to say about you, and also so many things to discover, uncertainty wanders, and desires assault with exorbitant curiosity.

My bellicose essence, tries with agony and almost extinct, to find answers, but they do not appear, my strength is exhausted. You are the man I want, who maybe doesn't want me. You are my unreachable dream, always together, but at the same time so far away. I wander day by day and night by night, without you my deferred divinity, with the torment of not having you.

On this rainy afternoon, famished for company, uber-brimming fantasies well up inside me. I ask the shimmering and restless raindrops "Who will you be with? Who will be making you happy? Or on the contrary, will you be thinking of me?" My soul is at a crossroads, whether to continue or to let itself be defeated and give up for good. My reason hallucinates, in the mysteries of thinking, in the silence that longs for you... If only you would give me a sign.