This writing is not like many others that are in my social networks, is one of the few whose protagonist wrote line by line with me, in the streets of the city in my house, in my bed ... Well I think you understand me, I hope you like it and to the muse of this story, I send a greeting and all my love ... Wherever I am, I hope I'm still happy.
Poet and journalist
Nothing is as simple as they paint it
things always end up getting complicated
although beautiful fantasy tales provide
the reality we go crazy from time to time.
Reality giving a blow to fantasy
because I'm not yours
and you... You'll never be completely mine.
Time makes us understand how wrong we were
for I am not just a "poet" who has captured you with sweet phrases
I am a being of flesh and blood, full of mistakes out and tail
showing you who I really am, when we all ran away.
I found out what's underneath the journalist
the woman of fire and worldly desires
born not to offices or magazine girls
but between the sheets, that fire between two of us overflowed it.
"On the way we unexpectedly found our complete and with you... I found more than that."
Although things are not as everyone paints them
for you and I together, we are a storm that rages through the land of Spartans
bumping your fire with my coconut water
creating lightning and thunder when our spirits collide.
But still, in the same way we always end up
sending trouble overboard
remembering that in spite of everything we still love each other
and when the door closes
our bodies and hearts together.
