I'm thinking about writing this new format. But I'm interested in your opinions. I'm interested in knowing what you felt. An emoji is enough.

resting after a long day.
my body unwinds,
every tension released.
each muscle
breathes on its own
and lets go
of what it carried.

—deep breath—
only relief dwells in my chest,
all the weight fades away.
and I begin to imagine
my body
sinking into relaxation,
ready to travel.
each time I breathe deeply
I rise higher and higher.
I start to float,
detaching from the earth,
slipping out the window.

I can see
each house on my street,
each road,
a square with children playing.
the gardens smile at me,
the trees
greet me gently.
I can feel the breeze
on my face,
a soft perfume of jasmine.
a fullness blooms
inside my chest.

—deep breath—
I reach the birds,
they dance all around me.
blackbirds and magpies
sing their serenade.
I can touch the softness of the clouds,
a velvet cloth
that shapes itself into figures,
playing among the skies.

—deep breath again—
I rise higher and higher.
I see the sun
slip into the horizon,
giving way for the moon to appear.
it comes out shyly,
with tender clumsiness,
lifting itself
as every night does.

some birds hide in their nests,
wishing goodnight
to the neighbors in the same tree.
others begin
their nightly journey.
houses light up slowly,
a few in the west,
a few in the east.
the whole world seems like a sphere
decorated for Christmas.

—deep breath fills my lungs with clear air—
darkness falls,
yet everything glows.
young stars emerge
above my forehead.
the sun’s reflection
makes each particle
of the universe sparkle.
some comets gallop far away,
unhurried,
as if not to disturb.

silence expands,
deep and eternal.
I feel a vast peace,
floating in the void of space.
nothing touches my body,
yet I am held.

Jupiter dazzles me
with its crimson stains
over a reddish sea.
Saturn shows its rings,
spinning, twirling,
a ballerina
with a wide flowing skirt.

—inhaling, exhaling—
with every breath
I sink deeper into calm.
my body softens,
relaxation reaches every part.
no worries,
no problems,
only silence and stillness,
stillness and silence.

—deep breath—
I return to the planet earth,
to that neighborhood,
to my home,
to my body,
to my life.
but lighter now,
in harmony,
more whole,
with deeper well-being.

I've dreamed of this woman many times in different ways. I accidentally bought two paintings where she appears. I don't know where I know her from or why she visits me, but I hope to meet her someday.

Your hand rests on my chest,
in this dance of my dreams.

The rain never stops falling,
it seems to be suspended in time.

Nothing is so colorful, or everything is so gray,
around our silhouettes.

We dance with short steps, heartfelt touches,
to slow but intense music.

Your red dress covers your legs,
a long gown covers my essence in black.

The mystical, the esoteric,
and the ****** is chewed in the air.

I can feel your desires, I can feel loved,
I can feel the chemistry in our bodies.

I would like to touch your white skin all the time,
but the alarm is the executioner of the eternity of this moment.

If I wake up, I'll lose all of this, no matter how unreal it seems,
I like it more than the reality that exists outside.

Tomorrow I'll sleep waiting for you again,
on the same street, at the same moment.

"I saw her appear out of nowhere,
she had a notebook in her hands,
with beautiful black flowers handwritten on it,
beautifully wrapped in a charming scarf."

Let's slow down the world,
It spins so fast,
that my steps can't catch up with my shadow.
The hours are minutes,
I blink the minutes,
And I don't even see the seconds.
Time slips away,
Life slips away from me.
I run after the urgency of the urgent,
Headlong to the rhetorical,
Where did I pause it?
I've already lived three lives of 30 years.

I would give you my compassion,
but it would hurt me,
if you're not ready.

Because I can't hold,
in my arms,
so much pain.

I can't give you love,
because I don't feel it,
I'm not there yet.

But I will give you my tenderness,
so that you can paint each tear with color.

Miradas turbias,
Una rosa negra,
y abrazos fríos al alma.
Solo porque no pudiste darme mi anhelo,
no es tu esencia,
es mi sufrimiento.
Que corrompe el alma sin consuelo,
Una apuñalada en la esencia divina,
Sin perdón alguno,
Sin perdón genuino.
No hay memoria,
no hay recuerdo,
solo 200 años de resentimiento

Three clothespins hanging from a rope,
sheets floating in the air,
scenting like hand-washed soap.
A warm plate on the table,
with the promise of refills,
of food that warms the soul.
A cane resting against the wall,
after a hard walk,
tired of such a long life.
A few wrinkles on the smile,
of war, immigration, and hope,
with much unconditional love.

I could say I have a romantic heart,
but the mind is the romantic one.
It's the one that's infatuated with a kiss,
with walking hand in hand,
dreams of candlelight.
My heart only knows how to love,
it loves calmly,
it loves everyone.
My mind is like a capricious child,
it shakes shelves,
it cries, it seeks you.
While my heart awaits the genuine,
the divine.

I tried to define love,
but I couldn't come to an agreement.

Every heart has its own interpretation,
and I only came to one conclusion.

Love doesn't need to exist;
love endures throughout time.

How many times have I loved a memory,
and many times, only future ones.

How many times have I loved ideals,
how many times have I loved memories.

I have loved restlessness,
I have loved artificially.

I have loved without being loved,
how many times have I been loved without being able to love.

Sometimes I didn't love myself,
and at other times, I loved myself more than anyone.

How many times have I loved an imaginary person,
how many times have I loved no one.

How difficult it is to rationalize love.

in your expectations,
in your control,
in the "shoulds,"
in the "musts,"
in the "why didn't you do it?"

In part,
I'm to blame for your unhappiness.
And in part,
I want to be free.

The eternal dilemma:
to be or not to be...

We stop fearing love
when we accept that it won't last forever.

If our ideas don't end it,
our feelings, life or death will.

We will enjoy it while it exists,
we will not bind it,
we will set it free.

Every choice will be chosen,
every day that lifts us up, we will know how to sustain it.

And when it doesn't continue,
we may break,
but we will pick up each piece,
we will carefully reunite them.

Because sometimes breaking up
is the most honest way
to find ourselves whole again,
with the truth,
with ourselves.

There is one thing beautiful on this planet,
and that is life.
How beautiful life is.

Waking up every morning,
smiling at your loved ones,
just one "good morning."

How wonderful it is to go to work,
talking about silly things,
challenges that invite you to improve.

How wonderful it is to come home,
your pet wags its tail,
and your rest time arrives.

For yourself,
for your hobbies,
for your silence.

How wonderful life is,
just to have it.
How wonderful.

I long to rest in your eyes,
and just be,
in the murmur of silence.

In the sweetness of the calm
that smells of roses in the morning.

May your skin be my home,
and silence my insecurities,
just with your presence.

May our inner world collide,
in endless conversations,
losing itself in the depths of our universes.

May every morning be a choice,
may every morning be freedom,
to build a future with you.

Where is it?
Where did it go?

Could it be that I can't fall in love anymore?
Could it be that I've lost the ability?

Where's that intensity?
That storm of chemicals?
All that anxiety?

Where's the noise?
What's this softness?
Why so much tenderness?

Who am I if I don't have to fight to be loved?

Your eyes are more beautiful,
on your face.

Those lips are redder,
with your grace.

Those overalls,
they fit your body well.

That shirt looks more colorful,
with your smile.

And your hands are prettier,
when you hug me.