She is made in the likeness of the things I love. She looks like the night, or better: a night without absences. She is exact. When the night passes, her body becomes moist. She allows me to climb through my tremors and wave her name from the darkness. She is unrepeatable. She was born in the stones where my disorder begins.

In a cute and unknown hotel room: -blue horizons, frosted spotlights-, where we enter together, absorbed and disturbed for the fierce impossible that we had overcome. He kissed me on the mouth, and I surrendered to him my fragile, sweet, eager and exhausted body.... Oh unspeakable rest after what has passed! Oh ineffable delight after what has been suffered! I felt no blush from my naked flesh. Bliss choked me like a rough hand and the glass of my eyes became cloudy with tears, while he on his knees, with his furtive kisses, I embraced the ivory of my sensitive feet with the burning fever of his saint's mouth.