Every corner I turn, I see you, every corner of life, I kiss you. Each ray in the firmament, a new breath, each turn of the hand an eternal time, waiting in the night, a torment. I collect your dew in the morning, sacred liquid, purifier of the world, from my eyes dripping drops, sometimes bittersweet, sometimes salty, and I carry in me the doubt if I am worthy of you or if I am nothing more than a miser who wants everything for himself. Even if it doesn't make sense. My love, teach me the way, I want to fly high with you, and not muzzle you at ni