The most sincere prayer is my silence.
Passion for you is a silent cry
Your body is a crystal clear altar
Which evokes poetry in quiet
This is where pain makes its cradle
and no one in me will be the third.
Because the only voice that I care about
is the masculine one that says "I want you" and
the feminine one that whispers "I love you".
In this temple, I'm not a shadow of a longing past,
but a light of the soul, gathering all your parts.












