Source   You didn't take long to arrive, nor did I find you too late, you know...? Destiny and chance already had a date and time for us to meet, like two shooting stars that cross the vast sky, an eternal

Source   If you're gonna love me in spurts you'd better not love me, because a tired heart can't stand waiting. I want your laughter at dawn and your hugs in the evening, that love is not a calendar where

Source   No reason, no reason at all, I love you, like the river embraces its song. I love you even on grey days when you don't even put up with yourself and slip. I love every facet of you, the bursting

Source   The years may pass, like shadows on the ground, the seasons will change, tinged with their longing. Life, with its dance, will take us far away, on unknown paths, hidden, new mirrors. The whispering

Source   Let me steal the secret of your skin, that whisper kept in every pore, like a siren song at dusk, a distant echo that intoxicates and devours me. Your caresses are notes of an uncertain verse,

Source   Absence weighs heavier in the stillness, where silence embraces darkness, the shadows dance with slowness, and the moon watches with dignity. The stars whisper secrets, in a sky of velvet and

Source   I ask you a favour, if fate plays, and in a fourth life, our shadows surrender. Don't look at me, don't talk to me, let silence be my shelter in disasters. Ignore me as I pass, be a subtle ghost,

Source   I don't love you like I used to, that's true, the hours slip away, time is a desert. The pulsations shot out, like a spun heartbeat, have calmed in the dust of a crumbled love. The butterflies

Source   You are my secret, my sweet sin, a forbidden fire that burns beside me. In the half-light, your eyes sparkle, whisper promises that are never checked. In every encounter, in every glance hides

Source   You know that in every sigh your name is hidden, a whispering secret in the breeze that answers. My soul searches for you, tenacious, though the world opposes, in the labyrinth of shadows, your

Source   Life is not perfect, don't try to understand it, it is an untamed river that sometimes reveals itself. Laughter and tears flow, in its deep flow, there are shadows and lights, in this vast world.

Source   And one day you will realise, that there is no longer that childish bustle, that so much wears out the smiling soul, The distant echo of past laughter, is now heard like a murmur, and the wind

Source   You'll want to forget me, and you won't be able to, the shadows of my laughter will follow you, like the soft echo of a precise melody. You'll want to forget me, and it's a useless desire, like

Source   I believe in you, in every heartbeat, in that love that I have finally felt. Like in the blue summer sky your essence envelops me, sweet and early. I believe in you like in the soft wind that

Source   I want to walk the burning map of your skin, to follow with my lips the paths of desire, to draw on your back the story of the night and for the dawn to find us in a sincere whisper. You are the

Source   I have come to understand that healing does not mean erasing, that every wound carries history, that time is a whisper that teaches us how to love that moving on does not mean forgetting, it is

Source   Fall in love with a man who teaches you, with his eyes of wisdom, Who will help you find your path, hand in hand in life, a companion, who's every step is firm and sincere, A man who brings to

Source   The skin belongs to the one who makes it bristle without touching it, Every touch of the soul, is a glimmer in the shadow, transforms into pure light what the night dazzles. And the heart, to

Source   If only the nostalgia were not so noticeable, that in the depths of the soul is entangled and clings, like a faint shadow that dances in the breeze, like a whisper that never closes. Would that

Source   Magical is the essence that envelops the silence, to feel your gaze, a whisper in the wind, though your eyes are distant mirrors, there is a golden thread that unites us, subtle, human. Magical