In love, found rest when
in the cold mornings my body was revealed
in an incoherent fear.
In love, I discovered
continuous anxiety, eternal waiting,
unusual uncertainty, renewed hope.
In love, I countered my principles,
abandoned my maxims,
went on to build a different world,
and lost my logic and soul.


It fades today in remembrance
the madness of subjugating myself
abstracted into each other's sleep.
The ancient skins of infinite nights
return and my verse is transcribed
daily and monotonous.


Love covered my fatigue in adventure,
now the empty routine of hope in the universe.