A certain loneliness dresses the day,
No more text messages arrived,
No one expects him that night after work.

Tough,he traveled for a better life.
certainly got,but something unexpected comes,
those stranger's feelings
that changed his life forever.

Now, in his passport,
the invisible seal of an unknown country.

Even all is the same, as he when arrived,
the wind is still blowing cold.
the trees without leaves.

The leaving time is coming,
but nobody watched him walk away.
only in his memory the tender kiss,
that woke him up into another dream.

It is uncertain,
whether is going to live or dies.
In the distance,
his wife recalling those love texts.
that she never understood.
of course, it was impossible.
that a man loves him more than her.

After five years, they are leaving.
The diffuse city lights is behind,
the fortune they got and his husband's friend,
that man who changed their lives forever,
is going with her, even she doesn't like...

One is born again every day,
and every afternoon and sunrise.

And the dreams come and sometimes,
stay with us, but they must leave,
because there are other travelers and they are in need as well.

We leave and return to other paths, yes
This is the endless aroma of life,
of our sunrises and our sunsets.

The heart of this trip reminds us,
that each person has their own itinerary
and the best we can do,
is being an illumination for them,
never obstacle or darkness to their trips.

Partner in that other world.
In the courage of David and Jonathan
In the nights and down,
and the first light of the day,

In the painful goodbye,
In spirit and in its end.

In the light and in the night,
In the purest happiness,
In the universe that nobody knows.

In the joy of finding him,
and the last and first goodbye.

In the river that only once crosses,
In the back that never reverts.

In the perfume and the fragrance,
of the words that you chose.

In the day and the dark,
In the enigma of life,

In the dream that you made a reality,
In our last and only goodbye,
Ariel, Toto coelo, there will be no more.
And maybe I, with him.

Only his memories remain,
but he does not know how to keep them.

Nor should they be forgotten.

And in their dreams,
the scores of a music
that their bodies
made the silence
in a sunrise.

From his eyes,
the certainty blurs landscapes,
and without knowing,
still, love that sea
and its waves,
caressing everything.

And though his eyes,
never knew shyness,
those unknown worlds,
surprised him,
and from the bottom of his being,
something emerged,
and he knew,
that would be forever.

And then that language on his lips,
the unpronounceable words,
encompassing everything.

I do not know, how to live without you,
was the last message he left.

But maybe, nobody knows,
when he is without clothes
in front of the trees,
evoke that fragrance
and then beauty,
have the courage to return.

He is his trees and their fruits,
He is the kiss that has never given,
He is his mouth and his bare hands.
He is the coast and the sea,
The boat that takes through life.
Their silent looks and their sunsets.
The symbol of his happiness and his innocence.
The symphony that God created for him.
He is the silent tenderness.
Of that kiss that never could return.
He is who arrived, forever.

Everything has changed
and even without seeing again,
They did not forget their faces.

The force that made them meet,
Has not ceased.

It is as if they were born together,
but at different times.

And the day they separated,
It was not a break,
Only the decision not to return more,
To the meeting point.

The firmness to live and never leave is done,
Is the way that somebody chose once and for all.

Although their first encounter,
was casual, no one else has seen them together again.

One gets up and sleep,
And at night the name resounds,
and It is his strength,
In front of this emptiness.

From one night and one sunset,
From the beginning and the end.
From a goodbye left in my eyes,
From that Aurora when the silence
Caress your hair
From that moment,
Asleep and awake,
With your clothes or without them.
From those friendly fleeting days.
From that moment.
From all our smiles,
And your eyes when waking up.
From all these things,
My dreams are made