"It is precise"

It is precise to say that this time, the reason is inevitable… and so pernicious that raves the feeling of your love, although being so pleasant and faraway, I search for it on the horizon of every sunset…

I believe that your being makes me who I am, when I feel so out of myself… out of everything, the universe smashes me.

Your look is unmistakable, when I find myself under the ground, when I can reach the sky, when I plant in you a kiss with no roots and it blooms anyways.

It is precise to say that I should have written something for you a long time ago, and for me as well…

Because without you, I wouldn’t be who I am, I wouldn’t even be able to look at the mirror that reflects the truth in the reason.