The soul shines when you look at it,
my heart accelerates,
and I waste my time,
because seconds are too many,
but neither do they abound,
to do what I owe,
starting with you,
for a we who escape from my mind,
that becomes reality,
leaving the fable without moral,
or the newspaper without news,
of the notebook without a cover,
of the lost log,
that leads along the path of amazement,
with idyll nothing more,
uncensored to be able to remember.
