When we talk, it's as if time stops to watch us. It's as if those moments poured into words condense all time and space, hold universes and create, in infinity, entire galaxies of dreams and possibilities. In your discreet laughter, your soul shines through; in the right words, the latent beats of your heart, the taste that remains when you leave and the ever-growing desire for you to return soon. In these early mornings that vanish like fog, your magic continues to draw the path. There is no darkness, only the expectation of a good dream. Our chemistry comes from the soul, it is alchemy. In the perfect alignment of the stars, in the constellation of Taurus over the Tropic of Cancer, in everything that exists between the world of ideas and the burning reality of the skin. At your feet, in the delicate and precise features of your face, in your gaze that discovers me, in the white sweetness of your skin and in the lips that ask for me. In you is where I find myself most.