To Daniel Nunes*

Before turning on my heart,
I used to walk in the dark.

I learned to love
but not truly.
They taught me to tolerate
but not totally.
I started to shut up
but not eternally.

He's got mysterious eyes
and I can't unravel them.
He's got fleshy lips
and I can't kiss them.

Somebody told me
not to hide my lighthouse.
And away from the universe,
I learned to be true.
Somebody taught me
to bear the loves
but not the griefs.

After turning on my heart,
I started to look for feelings.