FOOTSTEPS ON THE CONCRETE

MY PRECIOUS

“While staring together at the sky I hear the pumping of your heart, the on going tune of my dreams. With you I’ve discovered that love is not the times you say how beautiful I am, but taking care of me when im not able to. Love can’t be measured by the times we make love but by the times you whisper in my ear how you would never do anything that would hurt me. Love is not the times you say ‘I love you’ but the times you act like you’ve listened to me. How much we’ve learnt together and how much we still don’t know.

Even after all this time when I look at you, I can’t really tell why I like you so much, I don’t find the exact words to express how I feel and I know I will never solve the equation for the x. Our kind of love is the one that makes me beg to stop time in space and live forever in this position, breathing you in deep. I don’t know about relationships, I don’t know about the future but, in this precious moment of silence with your arm around me, I know that life is not going to get any better than this.”

“La ciudad está hecha para caminar por ella. Una ciudad es un lenguaje, un repositorio de posibilidades y caminar es el acto de hablar ese lenguaje, de seleccionar de entre esas posibilidades”