Her photo on my screen

I see her in my bed

Wrapped in her dreams

But I couldn’t see about what they are

I listen her in the hall

Her steps are still songs to me

But I was deaf to their amplitude

I see her in the kitchen

Drinking wine, smiling to me

Her mouth mimetizing sweet words

As if happiness could be spoken

I can swear she is sitting at the table

Holding a glass

I look at her legs

They still give me thirst

I kiss her warmly

My arms are thousand arms

And I tell her about love

I told her

Because I believed I knew what love was

But love is a tempest

And I was really deep on it

To conceive its greatness

Now, I give a like on her photo

Shinning mercilessly on my screen.