I dream about a boy who will take me in the dead of the night.
Someone who will take my hand and we will fly over the streets of this town.
Someone who won’t stop or pause or hesitate in the light of the moon.
Someone who will look at me with the eyes of diablo and the smile Dios.
Someone who will lead me to a world where only light shines.
Someone who banished darkness with a simple flick of his hand.
Someone who rid the air of all the things that suffocate the lungs.
Someone who rid the air of time, where not a single soul ages.
Someone who rids the air of judgment that hangs on the dying of skin.
Someone who will dance with me on the softness of the sand.
Someone who will watch the sunrise and the moon fall with me.
Someone who when the day ends there will take me home
Someone who as the night has come to an end at my windowsill will kiss my cheek
Someone who will tell me that even though tomorrow is yet to come everything will be okay
I dream about a boy who will take me in the dead of the night.
But then I look in the mirror and realize that there is only me and no such boy exists.