There is no specific reason that awakens what I feel. Until now it has only appeared and in the same way it has gone. Maybe
Sounds. Melodies and rhythms are the ones that accompany me on my walk. What for some is chaos, for me is a symphony full of
The days are a constant monotony. In the end I don’t know what to think, because only when you’re not here do your memories accompany
Just touching her fingers was an invitation, seeing her there was a call that I could not repress, her gaze seemed to want to reach
I want to visit the living room of my own house, go through each of the rooms of my being and see where the storm
A rumor that I hear from afar. A few steps from the end of the hall, I can feel as they approach slowly, without pause