@Infinity 26 April 2022 more from that month

I am the light April 26, 2022. No. 226 I come from where the sun and hope. I come from where the sea meets the sky and the air is purer. I like that my religion is to love you and that my self-esteem is impregnated in your chest. I like to love you and that you love me. To feel that you are mine and that nothing else matters at that moment. This love that emerges from my chest towards you, day after day, is the most beautiful love that someone can experience. When I tell you that love is over, it's because it's just beginning. It only lasts and is for the good, the wealth that is created. **I am the light** that illuminates you inside, just when the night falls on your chest. In your lips I have a port and a ship anchored to sail towards the oasis of your belly. I am the turner who shaped the clay of your body. That body that nature gave you with the smallest details to make you more perfect in every inch. The love between you and me is bigger than the universe itself. That universe is said to be expanding, as well as the love we feel. That love is a rocket to the moon-bound for the planet Mars. When we get off this planet, and gravity no longer pulls us down, then we'll float on our kisses. I will try to show myself as cheerful, and pleasing to the eyes, because it is a human duty to cause pleasure instead of pain, and whoever knows beauty respects and cares for it in others and in himself. But he will not put jasmine in a Chinese vase: he will put the jasmine, alone and light, in a glass of clear water. That is true elegance: that the glass is nothing more than the flower. The darkness flickers reddish, a sign that soon the horizon will awaken souls. Voices and trills will break this silence of light waves, where I extend strokes —almost illegible— on a yellowed sheet that will be, at the moment that you read, signs of love with the smell of printing ink. What am I doing groping in the mist? Just looking for you among the probable misunderstandings. There is always — like the hope that dawn will dawn — the possibility that you will make spiritual harmony with yourself. Part of a woman's charm lies in making her mistakes delicious.