Night love. A hard and long night, at the window, watching at what moment the night would crush my soul. I needed to look at the bleak old door that once held our souls and our sweat that admired our naked bodies at the stake of our old love. It was a strong and lying decision of our experiences, but I change my path and my dream by thinking every day that you are no longer by my side. I failed thinking about how eternal and liar the body is, before the loneliness that runs…