#scholarandsscribe

Image   You, over there... far from my coat, where the shadows play without ceasing, where the wind carries an old sigh, and I, here... I try to reach you. In the distance, the moon is a witness of a love

Image   Will I see you again tomorrow? in the soft echo of the breeze, where dreams dare to be born, and our bodies, under the moon, guide me. Our secrets are silent whispers, those furtive gestures, stolen

Image   She was pretty, a whisper of heaven, in every message, a warm longing. She dedicated songs, melodies of love, painting memories with her soft voice. Nights would fall, and she would peek out, with

Image   Time does not work miracles, does not cover cracks or forgiveness, the hours pass without shelter, and pain sings in the heart. The days fly, like whispers, and the clock marks its compass, but

Image   I want to be satiated with you, like a thirsty river in summer, to lose myself in your waters, to melt in your early fire. Soft as a breeze, on the skin of a dawn, and wild as a storm that bursts

Image   One learns to smile when one loses the spark of laughter, the brightness of light, when the soul is dressed in shadows and bites the nostalgia that embraces a heart in cross. One learns to cry

Image   You accelerate my heart, like a wind that sweeps the sea, a whisper in the darkness, that invites to dream and to fear to love. You put my demons at your feet, you lull them with your laughter

Image   Love is not born in an instant, does not sprout like a flower in the ground, is forged in a constant embrace, in the tender whisper of flight. It is made with sweet and sincere words, with promises

Image   I found you, and I didn't even realise it, in the shadows and whispers, in the slow breeze. You were a glimmer on my wandering path, a sigh of light, sweet and steady. You have become petals in

Image   She invited me for coffee, and I gladly accepted, at the table in the corner, where the sun is sometimes visible. It was my chance, a whim of destiny, to meet her gaze, to discover her path. Her

Image   I want to lose myself in your gaze, as madmen lose themselves in their delirium, as the wind loses itself in the skin of the night, embracing shadows that whisper secrets of stars. I will lose

Image   We met, perhaps by chance, in a corner of the world, where tranquillity reigns. Your eyes were shining, like stars at dusk, and in that magical moment, everything began to blossom. To this day,

Image   I don't know what fate has in store for us, whether the sun will shine or the moon will weep, whether the wind will blow our way, or the storm will come to torment. I have no certainties on this

Image   There are days when the soul grows weary, where the sun hides behind the mist, each step, a stone that moves forward, a constant struggle, a shadow that overwhelms. Dreams are distant echoes, whispers

Image   Give me just one reason not to love you, not to feel the magic I feel when I see you. If in every moonbeam your reflection dances, and in every sigh a hope is born. How to escape from this burning

Image   Not all absences leave that space, some are shadows that limit the bond, like echoes floating in the quiet breeze, where laughter was music and now is a ballad. They are gone, and yet their weight

Image   Even though distance separates us, I feel you in every deep heartbeat, in every whisper of the wind that burns, bringing your scent, my eternal love. Your laughter floats, like a gentle breeze,