Not a word, a sentence, a paragraph, nor hundreds of books could reach me.

It's more to be feeling of untouchable extreme power. An intense elevation on the trivialities of everyday life, everything is worth nothing. Only a contact brings me back to earth, and invades my system to trigger an animal rage accompanied by an inexplicable sweetness.

Only her touch warms the giant mountain where my kingdom lays.

And now I start to wonder where does she often wander, leaving behind an icy void.

One would think she was chasing after the heat of a contact to get rid of all the ice that freezes her every breath, every emotion.

Possible rains arise from time to time, in order to wring out the congested clouds of long ago. All the walls know how much I appreciate the warmth, the heat, the burning fire, the eternal flames, the passion.

I used to walk around with my head high above my shoulders. Today, more often without real contact between both.

I get lost in those long walks, searching for her forms. Her gaze has become my ultimate guide, my sun.

What to do with a life whose duration is determined, if I could not capture certain moments of eternity through those eyes and then your whole body, remember them eternally...  

 There couldn't be a more magical and incredibly enjoyable idea. Yet I sometimes still wonder...