The eyelids of the dream open in a ballet of verses where
I find you, I stroke the longing for your name that flows
into my soul, I fill voids of absence, I remove the
plaintive mists of feeling ...
In the choreography of writing, I touch the dancing
stars of your dreams and, in that harmony
I see the rainbow in your eyes ...
I know that all the shining of my essence comes from you
the great mystery that levitates in the metaphors of
your words, where I find the
fragrant oasis of my solitude...
Sweet auroras bursting with perennial smiles in my heart...
I write to you, love, today and always, on the docile
leaves of the breezes, so that they take the lips of
my soul and kiss you, lovingly, in the silent
murmur of my longing...!
