I am washing the sheets,
from so much overflowing love,
from so much sweat,
from passion found.
I wash the sheets,
of a beautiful early adventure,
full of communication,
sincere affection,
and flames.
Your smile and your gaze
lit up my mornings.
I wash the sheets,
because today we must say goodbye,
because the universe brought us together,
but the voice of society tears us apart.
Where a woman's feelings
are accepted,
but a man's are a sentence.
A sweet reflection,
that a dark part
holds onto us.
Where a woman can cry in broad daylight,
while a man destroys himself.
Abuse of repression,
for emotions left unvalidated.
I am not something strong,
I am not fortitude,
I am a human consciousness.
Society, I do not seek your approval,
but for my soul to be heard.
I did not need to fit into a mold
for my manhood to be accepted.
And let values be more expensive
than success.
I wash the sheets,
for my past wounds.
Sheets of a farewell,
for my expectations created.
Sheets of oblivion,
because even though there was fire,
our stories did not intertwine.
Sheets of hope,
that I will sweat,
because someone better awaits us tomorrow.
