I was walking in a desert
When I found my oasis.
Fresh water,
Pure air,
Shadows of palm trees...
Your arms, my relief.
Your heart, my guarantee.
Your love, my breath.
Your touch...
I live.
YOU ARE READING
Cold days of a heart on fire
PoetryI should scream to the universe, But what is my voice after all? It is just one more between billions, And, with my death, it will not exist. So it is better for me to show what I need By writing my love, anger and dreams So I can make people see on...
