You listen. You smell. You feel. Like you see. Absence. Poor experience. Weak. Lost in time that does not roll. Until you see it. You learn again. Close to her.

Weeks of traumas. Randomly dropped. On you. They exhaust you. You find patience. It looks like resurrection.

Barbaric rules. They are terrifying. The Eternal Battle. Two armies. Good and bad. Reflection of life.

Courage. You caress future. Close to her. You are lost in her world. Without mathematics. Without words.

New Year's Eve. Shiny. Scatters smiles. Live your dreams. The wish.

Special. The days that exist. The sweet routine embraces expectation. Beautifully smells the life..

It does not look like anything. Flags waving her grace. A silent conqueror. Baptizes the faithful.

You are careful. You do not dare. Small protections guard the craving. Visible. Colours black and white moments.

With her. No supporting actors. The scene is yours. Words born in her mouth. They stick like a wallpaper on the walls of memory. They will illuminate the lonesome hours for a long time.

Pleasant surprise. Changes the flow. A river of its own overflows their needs. You feel alive.

You turn around in your own carousel. You do not take your eyes off her. You wind up at the time that fills sounds and images. A greedy man asking for the next joy

You are hanging from a word. Witness of a miracle. It moves you. A few letters lift your weight. Happiness.