Since I saw you I have with me, the taste of that coffee, along with a lot of latent feelings, which were not long in coming from this reckless heart.
It was enough to look at you, so that my mind would not stop thinking about you and my hands would begin to miss you; so that my lips would not rest until the moment I could kiss you, yes, kiss your art.
The touch of our lips something more in me has awakened, with the idea of repeating it I have been excited, I doubt now that I can satisfy myself and for that, a kiss has sufficed. How not to insist? If with making us coincide, the destiny has not been wrong.
-Habacuc Márquez.
