If loving you is a sin,
let the gates of hell open wide for me,
for the only heaven I want to know
is between your arms.

Million miles away,
in another life,
maybe we'll find at the exact point where planets align
and the clocks around will stop
because this time we would've recognized each other as one.

May no monster disturb your sleep
and your night be filled with
battles with dragons and trips in submarines.
That tonight you become a knight, a super hero, a pilot and a rockstar.
That each night carries a different adventure,
that you feel invinsible and wake up with the urge to become
everything you've been in your wildest dreams.

Who am I?
I'm a dreamer. I'm hopeful. I'm a bag of bones interconected with emotions, through my veins runs as much excitement as blood.

I am messy hair, small eyes and steady hands and my hair is as wild as me, and my small eyes catch all the  beauty hidden in the corners, and my steady hands become an earthquake when I'm about to be kissed.

I'm in my twenties. I'm a teenager in matters of love and I'm a grandma when taking care of my friends. I'm a beast when it comes to fighting and I'm the weakest when it comes to crying. I feel too much and show too little.

I'm a daughter, a sister and a friend. I'm worried. I'm anxious. I'm happy. I'm a rave as much as I'm a book and coffee. I talk until my voice fades but my mouth is a tomb for secrets.

I'm a writer and a reader. I'm a dancing machine and a shower singer.

I'm raising an eyebrow when I don't believe you. I'm a random kiss on the shoulder when I love you. I'm cafuné when I care for you.

I'm optimistic. I'm cautious. I'm becoming what I always wanted to be. I'm strongheaded and lighthearted. I'm in constant wait for the world to show me this is not it and fairytale endings exist.

I wish I could go back in time, do it all over again,
to erase all the black spots the world has left on me;
so I could end up at this exact point looking at things differently,
with bright eyes, amazed by everything,
with the innocence of a child wondering what will happen next,
hopeful of the future and my days ahead.

In the darkest hours,
I'll find a light.

In the most intrincated labyrinth,
I'll find a way.

After the largest of storms,
sun shall shine.

All bad things come to an end
and the path must be hard
to appreciate the reward.

I'll lose no hope,
I won't ever give up.
I'll put the best of me everyday
and I'll make my life worth living,
for happiness is the road
and not the destiny.

You are my 11:11, my shooting star,
my sunny day after the storm.
My favorite song when I'm stuck in traffic, catching all the green lights.
You are staying in bed and realizing class got canceled anyway.
You are a rave and not waking up hungover.
You are hotcakes for breakfast on a Monday, you are a cold beer during summer.
You are every glimpse of good while reality passes by.