hoja de ruta.

The world is big, and I want to have a good look at it before it gets dark.

I’ve never noticed how much warmer the cold can be when I’m sleeping with you.

We are dying from overthinking. We are slowly killing ourselves by thinking about everything. Think. Think. Think. You can never trust the human mind anyway. It’s a death trap.

To read a poem in January is as lovely as to go for a walk in June.

Love me little, but continue.

I’m in love with you because you make me feel safe. It sounds corny and vague. People always talk about feeling safe with someone and you wonder what it even means. I still don’t really know. All I know is that when I’m with you, I feel like I’m clutching a giant thing of pepper spray or reliving a moment of being carried to bed by my parents when I was five years old and fell asleep in front of the television. All day long, I can feel fragile, like a raw nerve, and when I come home to you, it’s like I just put on the thickest winter coat and installed bulletproof windows in my apartment. ‘Honey, I’m home…and no longer terrified.

…And the two of them loved each other for a long time in silence without making love again.

Everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

The best writing is certainly when you are in love.

dalliance

As I kissed her the heat of her body increased, and it exhaled a wild, untamed fragrance.