To Paulina and Rodolfo, my friends.
Neither love, nor lack of love can be the snort.
Neither air, nor suffocation it can be.
Not being touched, nevertheless can be perceived
well the warming, also cooling, breathing yet.
The coquetry that now becomes affection.
It is promissed fulfillment of the lightness.
It is union with compromise assurance
of not having assured the compromises.
It is such a kind of “modern” love affair,
where only having fun love is acquired;
such a kind of efficient understanding
where little is demanded, but much felt:
the submission of the freedom can not be,
but admitting the submission by the freedom.
August 31st, 2014