Lumière.

Me siguen doliendo los escritos que te hice me pregunto si te dolieron de la misma forma que a mí.

Y tuve que dejar pasar huracanes y tornados en mi vida para darme cuenta que la felicidad es un amanecer despejado después de una noche de tormenta

“You have the blood of a poet. You have that and always will. You show, in the middle of savage things (that I like), the gentleness of your heart, that is so full of pain and light.”

Do not fall in love with people like me. I will take you to museums, and parks and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth. I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave, you will finally understand, why storms are named after people.