Source   It takes an old-fashioned love, of those soft days that the soul cherishes. A romance of letters, of flowers at the door, where the touch of hands is the dance that awakens. A love that respects,

Source   Now I walk along the sidewalk, of my memory and of my heart, with slow steps, as one who clings to a whisper, to a sweet song. to a whisper, to a sweet song. The echo of laughter still resounds,

Source   Alone, we turn into poetry what yesterday was mere fantasy, downwind, withstanding the tide, until a smile sees us. Time to laugh loudly, Slow kisses, souls in conversation. Alone, in search of

Source   I don't know what I've got The smile has gone hidden. It's raining inside, clouding my heartbeat. It's so many things at once, that my mouth is silent in vain. The soul cries out in silence, carrying

Source   Today I do not wish to see you or hear your voice, in my dreams I will imagine you, there you will swear to love me, but I will be incredulous, for it will only be a sigh that I'll erase at dawn.

Source   I see you leaning out of the window, with the rain dancing on the glass, the drops whisper a weft that caresses the wind, an ancestral song. Contemplating those who run, lost, under the grey mantle