You know…

Love
Is not eternal
Rather ephemeral
If it is not treated
As a living being
It needs affection
Rest
Andiedad
Feelings
Must be
bargaining chip
Between the two of us.

Passion
Desire
Lust
Sex…

Those little things
That every day
We consider basic
We take for granted
We allow ourselves
Not to do them
… A caress
… A kiss
… A brush on the cheek
Simple
But that keeps us
In the limelight.

A vain talk
Meaningful
Or meaningless
About politics
About football
Or about the neighbour

A walk
A handshake
When one
One’s gaze wanders
When one is absent-minded
Don’t pass by
And don’t stop
At traffic lights

On a terrace
On a bench
A kick in the shin
A furtive corrective
The intimacy of the acts

Sharing the good
The bad
The day
The night
The joys
The worries…

To be the semicircle
That fits with the opposite
Creating a space of its own
Where there is no
Space for strangers
Where discussions
Open up
Are closed
The comments
Are instantaneous
What comes out
Is what it’s worth
… Then
There can be allegations

Trust the person
Who looks at you
Who watches
How you walk
How you speak
Your postures
Postures
When you are angry
When you are relaxed
When you laugh
… That grimace
Those eyes
That look…

When he looks at his adversary
His gestures
Gestures
Hints
Whispers that raise the tone
Hair-raising caresses
Kisses
Exchange of positions
Fluids and flows
Crystalline drops
That lower the tension
…
And more…
Is love.

Everything
And more…
Is love.

O.