Full moon whispers your name and draw your face in my eyes, diminishing little by little it is forgotten, your eyes, your lips, your smile but without haste, what makes me growing insane, confused, absurd, illogical, waiting for the moon new, illusion in transiting the present where you in yesterday are latent, present at times non-existent. Moon could touch you and never leave you again ... Light years separate us, reality never reached!
