Treatise about Love

Sitting on the bench

looking East

I probe my senses

blowout into sea drops

A sound cuts through me

my blood leaves completely the body

I fly to the next station

there, next to the tower

a bird's nest

pick up pieces of my words

What is love?

If not sighs full of salt

stored so that they don’t become

scattered in the wind

So many times crashing and evaporating

against the cliff

asking me

how  something of mine

can be

beyond me

And the best answer

of multiple possible maybe You

Who I met

after another and another and another

With whom I dreamed in another life

but now, you're there

in front of the mirror

With complexities

and questions to answers

that oxidize soon

I had read about you

they told me you were

unique, unrepeatable

and that I would recognize you

I do not regret believing it,

although I'm confused

It's that I was many

and I will be some more,

I need to find them,

women  men

the following,

I do not want you to get frustrated

I want you to enjoy this,

Every second day moment

place color soul sketch

Because we will never know

when your words or mine

will stop being in the air

To be left alone on a piece of paper

that  sand will be responsible for burying

Just as we were dust

before birth

and again,

after being.

The draw's title is ABRAZO

the author of it is TAMARA ESPOSITO