A love story like thousands of others. A life that does not keep up with calendars, human laws.

A continuous miracle in a world that does not seek its God. An ode to woman. The reason why life tolerates pain. Life chose them. It offered the moments. An alternation that exhausts the protagonists. The people, the mortal machines that fight against the enemy time.

People baptized in love. They fight to live it, to keep it. A relationship that they did not envy. A confrontation with their borders in every interaction. A love engraved in its letters. Asking for the passion that I did not know, I carry your thought in every moment of my life.

Together everywhere, you are the time on which my every day unfolds. In a time when hope fades and joy is more precious than gold, I, a fugitive, with my soul coming alive in the longing to experience you, live my sacred moment bound to write a story threatened by human censorship.

Travelers of life. Pilgrims of it. They are fugitives of time. In their own time they build nests, embraces, fill chests with memories. A fragrance that remains in time.