How can I tell you I love you?
If you can see it in every kiss,
in every hug.
How can I tell you I love you?
If I shout it in how I care for you,
respect you, choose you.

And how can I say I don't love you?
If every verse and letter I write
comes from you.

If one day you need me to tell you,
and there are no words, no signs...
it's because you're no longer appreciating.

I have a very hurried rush
that wants to hurry me.
It presses like a farmer's boot
on the sweet fruit of wine.
The urgency to arrive,
to find,
to solve,
to be or undo.
It squeezes, but does not crush.
It binds, but releases.
I run as slowly
as the second hand of a clock:
second by second,
inch by inch.
As far as one can go, as close as one can fly,
as high as one can fly, as low as one can be.
As sad as one can be happy,
as innocent and sincere...
as one's soul can allow.

I threw myself into your eyes,
I fell into the existential void.

I fell into the depths,
the deepest part of your heart.

I let myself fall,
without knowing what I would find.

I fell into the distant,
into the mundane, into the pagan.

I fell into true love,
without idealism,
without expectations.

Only in being,
true being.

I want calm,
I long for calm.

I want it so much,
that I don't have it.

I work all day,
so that in the future I'll have calm.

I don't fight with anyone,
so that I'll have calm.

I'm in such a hurry to have calm,
that I don't have calm.

I want calm so much,
that it makes me anxious,
and I can't find it.

We're at a point where we're already daring enough to be naive and beautiful.

How ****** are the experiences, the path of life.

The heart is worth it, a big heart, a tender heart, a heart of abundance.

Where a dinner and a little poetry nourishes us more than a 5-star hotel.

Where a few candles and a little awareness make us explode into ******.

A glass of wine and a deep conversation will be the best walk of your life.

That woman without headphones, without noise, walking steadily through life.

That woman on the beach with a book in her hand, is the one I want.

How **** intelligence is.

I don't know you yet,
and I'm already falling in love.

I've thought about expressing you,
but I don't have time,
I'm describing you in verse.

I spent 100 letters on your eyes,
58 on your hair,
and 76 on your smile.

Let's not even talk about your intelligence,
charisma, and tenderness.

I write and describe you,
and then I remember.

That each verse,
is a manifesto,
for the universe.

I have a novel I can't
finish writing.
Because there are kisses left ungiven,
words left unspoken.
There are hugs left unfelt,
caresses that never became love.
There are laughter I never saw,
and tears I can't dry.
There are experiences left unlived,
and dreams undreamed.

I have a novel I can't finish writing.

Because there are kisses left ungiven,
words left unspoken.

Hugs left unfelt,
caresses that never became love.

Laughter I never saw,
and tears I couldn't dry.

Experiences left unlived,
and dreams undreamed.

Heart fluttering,
something in my chest.

Something in my chest,
that won't let me be present.

I rush to live that moment,
to know what will happen in that moment.

I long for that moment to arrive,
to obtain the result.

As if that result,
our future depended on it.

The result is just a moment,
that sooner or later will arrive,

When we are ready,
it will arrive.

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.

I can show you so many scenes,
from my entire life.
However I arrange them,
however I tell them,
the movie will be different.
The rich can be poor,
and love can be heartbreak.
Happiness can be boredom,
nostalgia can be sad.
The poor can be loved,
and heartbreak can be rich,
Happiness can be nostalgia,
and sadness can be boredom.
But behind all this,
there is you and your ivory smile.

It was a goodbye,
A different goodbye.

It sounded the same,
but it felt a little different.

It sounded like a daily goodbye,
but it felt like,
see ya never.
It felt like a see ya never,
to time and space,
but a forever to emotions,
experiences, and connections.

It was a goodbye to the body of the bond,
but not to the soul of what we'd lived.

Everyone says I should feel proud,
for everything I've accomplished,
but the truth is, I feel tired.

Tired of meeting all those other people's expectations,
of not being able to give up.

I just want a day when no one expects anything from me,
just a hug,
but for them to come right up to me,
right up to my side so I can give it to them.

Tired of listening to solutions,
or opinions at best,
but no one looks inside,
my inside,
to see how I'm feeling.

"Don't let the wall fall on you,
when they take away your painting."

My tearful heart,
with the walls in the floor,
ceiling, living room, and dining room.

The basement didn't know where to go,
it was already buried,
like my confidence and self-esteem.

My eyes wept blood,
and my heart tears.

You're poisoned, my slapped heart said,
while my brain had released so many toxins,
to exterminate the world's population.

But the voice of my mind was the important one,
singing to the 7 cardinal points,
we're useless, we're worthless.

These will be the last verses of this stage.

Verses of love, suffering, searching,
and much compassion.

Questions were answered,
and new ones were generated.

We cried, we were hopeful,
we died, and we were reborn.

76,000 words and 14,000 feelings,
3,000 tears and 18 sighs.

“Simple feelings on paper,
my greatest support,
my only company,
and my most faithful sage.”

I remembered her,
every time I breathed,
and I feel you every time I breathe.

***** smoke,
that fills my chest,
and doesn't let me feel my soul,
or my feelings.

I desired her in silence,
and my heart wants to go out and find you,
desperately in the streets,
like an addict who can't find his fix.

I tasted her in every kiss,
that fresh cherry flavor,
contaminated by my tarry breath.

She hurt me, broke my heart,
took me to the divine heavens,
you hurt me, put me in a hospital,
and you're going to take me underground.

My mind cries for peace,
my soul for respite,
in this toxic relationship they'll never have it.

You were poison disguised as nectar,
I thought you were comfort,
but you were wound.
I thought you were the cure,
and you were the poison.

Today is sunny,
and the heat begins.
Butterflies fly,
and goldfinches sing their song.
Change of season,
and time to cleanse the heart.
We will remove all the ill-gotten loves,
all those that don't warm us.
We will clean the dust from our chests,
and with it will go all those unhealed, misunderstood, and mismatched loves.
We will remove all the loves that have gone out of style,
those that have outgrown us and those that have grown out of us.
We will take down those faded loves,
that we no longer remember existed.
We will take down all those wrinkled and torn loves,
to hang new ones with more color, more fun.
We will clean up everything that needs cleaning,
to start over,
in the new season.