Silence seems to be science
and we race with you cruelly.
As you are there, and I'm here,
with feelings, we play poker.
Helplessness and tenderness interweave,
sadness and joy suffocating us.
And we move in a dangerous rhythm:
between the beginning and the end.
Nightmares do not even treat me
from the disease to want to see you.
Since I know you, I say goodbye
and yet I do not know how to go.
Goodbye and Kisses ...
