My Reality

From the depths of the night, loneliness came to me. Just to ask, why I have not looked for comfort in her arms anymore?

I answered without hesitation. because of the poetry of course.

What is poetry? asks the moon as a faithful witness of that encounter.

poetry: is her smooth hands on my cheeks,

Poetry: is a smile that melts the ice of loneliness.

Poetry: is to dream with the aroma of her hair.

Poetry: is dancing to the rhythm of her angelic laughter.

Poetry: is to desire her crimson lips in every word.

Poetry: is the indomitable fragrance of her body.

Poetry: is to feel the beat of her heart in a hug.

Poetry: is breathing her breath to stay alive.

Poetry: is the cry of my soul for only a moment of her presence.

Poetry: is to remember her in my solitude and smile.

Poetry: it is to see her indomitable strength during adversity.

Poetry: is to feel her warmth even if she is not with me.

Poetry: is seeing eternity in her eyes.

Poetry: is to find her in my dreams.

Poetry: is she, who fills me, inspires me and only with a gesture takes care of my day.

In a few words, poetry is the light that illuminates you.