I was the astronaut who left Earth,
to conquer his own heart.

I left the social orbit,
and entered the inner cosmos.

I left the Milky Way,
abandoning every judgment,
every outside gaze.

I went to every constellation,
every cosmos,
until I found my universe.

I examined every star,
to search for my brilliance.

Three light-days away was my sun,
beating strongly.

I am the astronaut who walks,
through the tulip field.

Here, caressing the curls
of my hair,
thinking of the sweet scent
that your skin gives off.

Scent of tenderness,
with a smile that nestles in my eyes,
intoxicated in the dark night,
darkest of my happiness.

I might not love you,
but I love you,
not only do I love you,
I prefer you.

I love you,
but I don't need you,
I love you like a flower in the garden,
I want to care for you every day,
to admire its beauty,
when the sun caresses its petals.

Speak to me slowly,
I want to understand every word that comes out of your mouth,
I want to savor every letter you use,
I want to feel every syllable you pronounce.
Speak to me slowly,
I want to understand your troubles,
I want to know how you achieved each victory
and how much each renunciation cost you.

Speak to me slowly,
I want to understand what you say,
I want to know about your mistakes,
and for you to tell me from the depths of your soul,
what you felt in each situation.

Speak to me slowly,
I want to understand you,
and try to feel what you felt,
and if I can't, I'll just give you a hug.