not warn Sunrise,
light fondles sheets,
silent under the shade,
back into space ... passion muted.
Mirarte and anhelarte in ; night
not wanting to see, not to wish,
blind your light and silent shadows,
is not possible, never.
Turns 180 for attempt or adivinarte,
traitor who returns your mirror image,
eternal silences, sighs of the soul, laughter tied
back to the dreams of passion muted.
