Today is only day but

Today is only day but

Day is only today,

and in this fleeting moment,

we hold the universe,

in whispers and glances.

In rescue damage,

the lovely stranger

brings hope anew,

and in their eyes

we see the dawn,

a promise of tomorrows.

But today is only the day,

where dreams align and hearts entwine,

in the tapestry of moments,

woven with love and time.

Two faces in one

anyone spaces

in the other side of us.

We are fast and furius.

Sing, song, everyone and time,

rhyme the poet, and the wind and the laughter.

The breeze perverse and the verse rise.

They come to open up,

feel every rush,

the laughter of singing,

the screaming terror.

We're here to meet,

to give we do not arrive.

Psalm 13.

To start from silence,

to give birth to sadness.

A day in today and yet,

i request the clime,

all the time is present.

Give me a now,

an hour myself.

Marshal of the cliff,

a frieze without a cornice,

she already sees him

like a spark,

beautiful and unheard of

the first date

she recited in bed,

and so there she loves him

that she calls him with voices,

fierce fire,

the torments burn,

feeling themselves spread

and at the same time breaking

to share...

the torments burn,

feeling themselves spread

and at the same time breaking to share.