Look for me in some of the verses, which I write to you on those quiet nights, under the moon, eternal witness, while the stars dance, enchanted.
In the whisper of the travelling wind, where dreams are entangled with the sea, look for me in the shadow of longing, in the soft echo of a pencil as I walk.
In that warm kiss so dreamed of, that peeks timidly at the edge of the day, look for me in the fire we have created, in the sigh that carries your poetry.
In the desert of your deep soul, where the dunes hide the laments, look for me in the breeze that floods the heart, in every tear that springs from your stories.
Look for me with the faith of a dawn, in every word that trembles in your voice, because in the silence that knows how to love, you will find me because I am always part of you.
