There is an emotion
saved
in the corner of life
Wait and appear
before the sigh
pronounced
When the hug
gives relief
those feverish breasts
being spontaneous
Summer is born
in this cold
of the room
It's an afternoon
where the warm breeze
caresses
the meetings
Between broken illusions
and the time without clock
does not stop running
Wanders
between lovers
Love
that fleeting emotion
highlights its value
and of the moment
when the heart
injured
stays in the void
of the game
Loneliness
accentuates your lack
In each one
He's drowning
in the mark left
Still it doesn't vibrate
for not being
the expected love
in fantasy
of lovers.