Sometimes small mismatches cause the soul to escape during the night in search of the body that calls you intensely like burning flames, desiring the affection, warmth and care of a friend of a lover, to the point of finding the curves of a body or the pleasures of a kiss with desirous lips, here is a mismatched encounter where the two of us are in which part of this crazy virtual world And how to question destiny, archangel cherub, cupid of this encounter where the physical and the spirit are nothing more than a union of inserted lives in a context of love and longing, memories of the past and a perhaps for the future where the reason remains when it hides in a heart full of shards behind an immensity of small stones left, living, reliving and transposing reality to be more than one and simply being what returns the breath of love amidst the silent crowd of deconstructive feelings, longing for a love of a lifetime of a step of a look of an intensity that when turning the page we rewrite