His mouth, reflection, reality and mirror, pitcher of water under the sun. Although she did not smile or make a gesture, she was a bacchanal.
In the silence she was even deeper and more fruitful. It was an abyss, a universe without definition. And I am there, ready to give myself up and never say goodbye.
The moon spoke in my ear
without words I could understand her,
it was an eclipse that fell asleep
while she wrote each caress
he only laughed at the sun,
it was a little cold in the silence
and a big hug that was fading,
her words were hidden in the morning
when we daydream the days they fell asleep in us, to raise the arms that they lay down.