I think of you every morning when the sun peeks through my blinds,
flooding the dawn with colors
those colors that you dedicated to me with your soul,
I think of you in every book that I read because that's how deep I see you,
I try to go down the street without looking for you,
but it's useless because I want to reflect on you,
my mind wanders with cheap illusions created by the impudence of the heavy absence,
as much as this karma that has become that weapon that kills slowly and makes pay the sins committed previously.