Traveling letters ...
flying leaves
poetry attempts ...
refuge of my fantasies.

Nobody gave him his wings, she made them grow with self-love.

There are risks, which are worth all the sighs.

Tu es le paysage de mes yeux.

I have a world full of things yet to be discovered within you. You are full of beautiful landscapes and emotions that give music to my breaths.

You are the mouth and all the kisses, the look,
the shelter,
reality,
the desire.

The moment you appear
the time stops,
everything is full of you,
you are air, you are light,
you are life ... it is you ...

Awaken caressing your skin.
Hug with the first ray of sun.
Drink coffee kissing your smile.
I just want to get lost in your eyes ...
to always be with you

Never ignore a person who loves you and cares about you, because maybe the day will come when you realize that you lost the moon while counting the stars.

A touch on your skin,
That opens my senses,
And erase your absences,

A caress that exquisite
What scrutinizing your skin,
It elevates us to a space
Of mutual love.

A little bit of you and a little bit of me!

And I here in perpetuity
of silence, looking for some
moment that brings you back,
in a sigh or in a kiss,
imagining walking together
to you.

I am inspired by the poetry of
your hands, the breath of
an ink that with kisses
write, between rhymes and stanzas
the beat of a heart.

Could the fingers
The lips
Discover trails
On a pilgrimage of caresses
And kisses
Without compass or destination
In the places
Mountains and valleys
From your back

Watch the sunset.
With the hands...
 full of dreams.

With each silence.
With each verse written.
With each beat.
I'm going to give you ...
 a sigh.

Dream of the sea
with the siren.
The poet dreams
with the muse
Dream the carnation ...
with the petals
of the rose.

Love needs love.
The skin needs skin.
Fantasy needs dreams.
And the illusion ...
He needs passion.

I have wings in my fantasy.
That they take me
where I want
And then they bring me
back.

The light of your eyes.
The light of your letters.
The light of your magic.
The light of your soul
That ... that always
accompanies me

How much love fits
in a single verse.
How many illusions can fit
in a single metaphor.
How many fantasies
in a single dream.

And is that you and me
We will continue reading ...
Although we know
of memory.

Since I was landscape.
Since I was sea.
Since I was shore.
I have the sun in my hands.
And in the heart ...
a million poems.

My words...
They only make sense ...
If they make you feel
If you bristle your skin
If your mind wanders
If your heart tries to find me
If your hands draw me in the air.

Change a hug, a kiss, a smile.
I change a dance, a verse, an unfinished poetry.
I change my days for thousands of dawns.
Change that and much more to continue living in your eyes.

Your eyes match the sea
and your hair plays with the wind
on the coast.
Your mouth matches my mouth
in your desire to love.
And among so many games, sun and sea
it heats up something
and it's not the rocks.

Life escapes us between doubts.

Magic is precisely this: touch our soul and feel wonderfully connected, even without looking into each other's eyes.

Each beat
that reveals my nights
take your light

One leaves something of himself in each word. Poetry makes you transparent.

Explained an eclipse
and I remembered your eyes on me.