without looking,
deep in your eyes that are my truth.
eyelids hide in this cascade of sun,
which pour out for me when I am coming to you.
with words what your desatas
with your look.
that with impetuosity
always defeat me,
and sometimes with sweetness is usually call
and I let herself be dragged me without resistance.
if I turn my gaze elsewhere,
only the void, the ,nothing ,the loneliness...
because you're looking at
getting into the depths
that holds your look.
