Although steady and slow are the trail to love, there is no path to see through without the engine of passionate and true. (Soar)
You, my reader, who see me close, wonder about my heartbeats and measure my words, you my close friend who know my eyes and the home of their prose, you, my only lover, who always move my life, my poe...
Eyes closed on an open soul...the world starts from within its core towards its final frontier: the end surface.
Time, so majestically fine, was passing by when I asked him to stop, a while, and lay his imprint upon the spaciousness of feelings: his face, reflected in the mirror of my memories, his smile, envisa...