It was that of wet bodies, between wet sheets.
They were witnesses to that fight, the pillows.
He suddenly turns and says: "You love me"
She is silent; I lost my eyes.
He knows that his situation is complicated.
But that does not deprive her.
To be yours every weekend.
Only this time it feels different.
He knows that it is a forbidden game.
In which beats and accelerate beats.
And both belong in body and mind.
But when dawn arrives; the magic is lost.
Both kiss softly and tenderly.
But going out on the street is different.
She will think of his words in her ear.
He will think about his frenzy and his sighs.
And although they look very different.
Every weekend they write a chapter.
In the book of their lives and love affairs.
Sometimes life is cruel and unjust.
Because it hurts to see two souls who love each other.
Condemn oneself to enjoy their love for drops.
When in them there is a river that emerges.
It hurts that from a distance they see the stars.
And they remain on earth.
Only at times do they fan the tide.
In their bodies when they approach.
And so between heaven and infinity.
Between the moon and its spell.
In its desert and its mirages.
They will eat the forbidden fruit