Yesterday you walked across my face,
Something runs down my back.

I don't know how many verses I can use,
to describe what I felt.

My soul fell at risk,
from nostalgic memories.

A whirlwind in my heart,
and a curiosity of my soul.

The beauty of the past,
and in the desert, neither shadows nor water.

Just a little love,
and memories of fairy kisses.

Two souls have come together,
two magical beings.
What does the universe want,
to stir such a commotion?

Everything will be allowed,
when their time arrives.

Perhaps they are not the only ones
protecting themselves.

Perhaps beings from beyond
are shielding them too.

For they share the same fears,
and all will unfold in the earthly realm,
when they choose.

They were everything,
they were nothing.

Everything was mystical,
fire,
and air.

They moved from the battle of life
to the refuge of disaster.

Only souls,
finally found.

They were the dream
they never dreamed,
but that the universe
had already decreed.

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.

Sweet spring,
the universe’s new year.

Flowers bloom slowly,
like my eyes opening in a kiss.

The days turn warm,
like the embrace of a long-awaited reunion.

Birds sing with joy,
just like I do when I see you again.

The sun shines brilliantly,
like the sparkle in your eyes.

Like your smile,
when you look at me.

Butterflies take flight,
from my stomach to my heart.

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Hello, baby.
My presence is for you.
Here we are, together.

I'm with you,
in this sacred room,
where nothing will hurt you.

I'll take care of you,
I'll hold you if you fall,
and I'll hold you if you undress.

I'm here,
so that whatever must happen can happen.

I'll hold you with all that I am.

I'll hold you with respect,
with care,
with love.

I'll place my hand on your chest,
and we'll walk together wherever we need to go.
You can take it away whenever you want,
or when you can't feel me anymore.

I'm here for you.
You can leave if you want,
you can stay if you want.
I'll always be there for you.

It all began
in a café,
with that conversation.

Theory and spirituality,
reflections on life.

Good thoughts,
good feelings.

At a gathering of friends,
that afternoon by the beach,
I felt
you were calling me.

Suddenly,
a signal in my mind,
an alarm.

Like the feeling of being watched,
but this time...
I knew someone was thinking of me.

A kind of telepathy,
a silent pull on my soul.

An ethereal presence,
a connection intertwined.

A whisper in my mind,
saying look at me.

A cry in my mind,
telling me you were there.

Thank you for sacrificing yourself every day,
to provide us with bread.

Thank you for every postponed goal,
for dreams left behind.

Thank you for every hour of your life,
that we dedicated to playing.

Thank you for every bitterness,
that you never wanted to confess.

Thank you for every time you were a shield.

I'm sorry for every time I didn't know how to listen to you.

Thank you for showing us the best,
of Mom.

Thank you for all the love,
that you knew how to give us.

Thank you for being my dad,
for simply being there.

Thank you for making miracles
with just a few coins.

Thank you for showing us
the best image
of our father.

Thank you for showing us
what love
can create.

Thank you for dimming your own light
so that we
could shine brighter.

Thank you for every hidden tear,
so we wouldn’t feel sorrow.

Thank you for every silenced scream.

Thank you for all your care.

Thank you for every sacrifice
for our well-being.

Thank you, life,
for letting me count on you.

Who am I?
How am I?
What am I doing here?

I am not my thoughts,
I am not my feelings,
I am not my mind.

I am a free soul,
I am a poet,
with a sharpened quill,
I am your mirror,
I am your wake-up call.

I write poetry,
stirring your soul,
confronting you with life,
waking you up from sleep.

I am calm,
I am joy,
I am peace,
I am love,
the food that nourishes the soul.

I enter carefully,
I step in slowly,
through the dark corridors,
where you never dared to go.

I do not come to destroy,
I do not come to harm,
rather,
I come to heal.

Let us listen to the silence,
quiet our minds,
and let our hearts speak.

I was there,
sitting in that place.

You showed up unannounced,
no warning, no welcome.

You started asking questions,
questions I answered all wrong.

It was like you couldn’t see
that I didn’t want you there.

Before you left,
your hand went where I didn’t want it to go.

Just for not thinking—
just for one moment—
you changed a life.

In your moment of desire,
you left a wound that never fades.

But my essence is strong,
and my soul still shines.
You didn’t take my smile,
because I learned to rise again.

What you were
stayed in the past.
What I am
stands in freedom.

So many times,
life denied me
what I longed for,
what I hoped for,
what I thought was mine.

Sadness,
uncertainty,
wrapped around me.

Why others?
Why not me?

Time and again,
I thought I understood:
It wasn’t mine,
I didn’t deserve it.

But today,
under the sun,
I ask myself:

Why not?

I am worthy.
I know how to love,
I strive every day.
I respect,
I believe,
I share,
I give.

And those who know how to give,
also know how to receive.

I deserve everything in my life.
I deserve freedom.
I deserve health.
I deserve peace.
I deserve prosperity.
I deserve love.
I deserve happiness.

What are you denying yourself?

1400s,
in the depths
of Ireland.

Two souls wandered
through life,
with love forever misplaced.

Two souls in sorrow,
two souls in sin,
marked by fate,
forgotten by time.

Tormented souls,
bent but not broken
by the weight of life.

Souls of love,
seeking another love
to call their own.

Until one day,
destiny brought them together.

One day,
they swore an oath.

"You will guard me
from the dangers
of the earthly realm.

But I will guard you
from your mind,
from the spiritual.”

And together we shall
guard each other
from the ghosts
of the past.

Where will my soul wander?
I will protect you.

I am a condemned robot,
on the verge of carrying out
the cruelest order.

An order of destruction,
a sacrifice.

To be my own executioner,
so that one day, I may be reborn.

Let nothing remain—
where there is pain,
there will be fire.

Where there is suffering,
there will be flowers.

Where there is lovelessness,
there will be love.

A button,
and a countdown,
separate me from my mission.

Only a few images
separate me from oblivion.

Yesterday, we were nothing.
Today, we are everything.
And tomorrow—our greatest version.

Don’t ask me why,
because,
I don’t know.

But you came to me,
like a sorceress.

Who enchanted my soul,
with her magic.

A magnetism drew us together,
a red thread intertwined us.

Souls that knew each other from another life,
recognizing themselves in a single gaze.

Don’t ask me why,
because there is no why.

Only the universe
willed it so.

Communication, chemistry,
caresses, tenderness,
and unrestrained love—

the kind you make,
and the kind you feel in your heart.

I am washing the sheets,
from so much overflowing love,
from so much sweat,
from passion found.

I wash the sheets,
of a beautiful early adventure,
full of communication,
sincere affection,
and flames.

Your smile and your gaze
lit up my mornings.

I wash the sheets,
because today we must say goodbye,
because the universe brought us together,
but the voice of society tears us apart.

Where a woman's feelings
are accepted,
but a man's are a sentence.

A sweet reflection,
that a dark part
holds onto us.

Where a woman can cry in broad daylight,
while a man destroys himself.

Abuse of repression,
for emotions left unvalidated.

I am not something strong,
I am not fortitude,
I am a human consciousness.

Society, I do not seek your approval,
but for my soul to be heard.

I did not need to fit into a mold
for my manhood to be accepted.

And let values be more expensive
than success.

I wash the sheets,
for my past wounds.

Sheets of a farewell,
for my expectations created.

Sheets of oblivion,
because even though there was fire,
our stories did not intertwine.

Sheets of hope,
that I will sweat,
because someone better awaits us tomorrow.

"Today I woke up like every morning,
the sea sounds angry at my window,
today I woke up longing to be loved.
But the wind only whispers emptiness,
and the waves embrace me with their cold.
Is love just a lost echo,
or a ship that has never sailed?"

To be able to be surrounded by people,
and still feel alone.
To be able to love with our soul,
and not feel loved.
To be able to own all the gold,
and still feel empty.
To be able to have nothing,
and yet be the richest,
because we have the warmth
of those we love.

Many times,
I cannot breathe.

Many times,
I lose my breath,

That blow to my chest.

I need a dark room,
to be able to scream.

My mind
always sees tragedy.

Only thoughts,
without owners.

My hands sweat.
A sense of panic,
burning my soul.

Many times,
I leave things unfinished.

Many times,
I see walls
before my future.

I see chaos and catastrophe.

You are my dark side,
you are my ordeal.

You are an emotion,
that lasts two seconds.
You will not control my life.

I just need...
to breathe.
I will not die.

I just need...
to breathe.
I have not lost my mind.

I just need...
to breathe.
I just need...
to breathe.

I don’t wish to close my eyes
while you sleep.

I don’t wish for time to slip away
while you smile.

I wish to fall asleep by your side
if one day it rains.

I love your white essence,
and also your dark one.

I love when you give yourself in parts,
and also when you give yourself completely.

I love your tenderness,
and also your hardness.

A tiny body,
but a soul of greatness.

A dark past,
but a radiant present.

A deep toughness,
but an incomparable kindness.

A little shy,
but of immeasurable courage.

I tried to define love,
but I couldn't come to an agreement.

Every heart has its own interpretation,
and I only came to one conclusion.

Love doesn't need to exist;
love endures throughout time.

How many times have I loved a memory,
and many times, only future ones.

How many times have I loved ideals,
how many times have I loved memories.

I have loved restlessness,
I have loved artificially.

I have loved without being loved,
how many times have I been loved without being able to love.

Sometimes I didn't love myself,
and at other times, I loved myself more than anyone.

How many times have I loved an imaginary person,
how many times have I loved no one.

How difficult it is to rationalize love.

Life is a train bound for the divine,
many souls will get on and off.
Some will reach the last stop,
and others will get off early.
Some will get on by mistake,
and others will sit comfortably.
Enjoy your journey, "and remember to leave your luggage before the end."

I felt the echo of the scent of your skin,
on my pillow
Skin as fine as a beam of light,
Fragile as Japanese porcelain,
Soft as the finest silk,
White as a fine gold plating,
radiant as only you know how to wear it.

Send me your kisses by letter,
I'll place them under the moon,
in the reflection of your eyes.

I'll savor them in every bite,
as if I were eating from your mouth.

But give them to me wherever I am,
whether on earth or in heaven,
wherever we are,
wherever we are.

I long to rest in your eyes,
and just be,
in the murmur of silence.

In the sweetness of the calm
that smells of roses in the morning.

May your skin be my home,
and silence my insecurities,
just with your presence.

May our inner world collide,
in endless conversations,
losing itself in the depths of our universes.

May every morning be a choice,
may every morning be freedom,
to build a future with you.

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.

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.”

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.

In another life, I was a sailor and I kissed your lips.
In another life, we lived in a cave, and we warmed each other with the fire of our love.
In another life, you were my princess,
And I was a simple blacksmith.
Two worlds, a sincere encounter.
In this life, we chose each other, as in other lives, out of simple desire.
In the next life, I will recognize your gaze and choose you again.

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.