Source  You'll want to forget me, and you won't be able to,the shadows of my laughter will follow you,like the soft echo of a precise melody. You'll want to forget me, and it's a useless desire,like denying the river that whispers in the sea,each wave that breaks, each subtle cycle,awakens what has been lived, what cannot be forgotten. Time disguises itself as a polite thief,but the perfume of our meeting is eternal,and even if you move away, crouching heart,It will live in your dreams, a lasting love. You'll want to forget me, and you won't be able to,my essence in the breeze, in the starry night,like a silent verse that will always make peace,a shared history, never to be buried.

Source  I believe in you, in every heartbeat,in that love that I have finally felt.Like in the blue summer skyyour essence envelops me, sweet and early.I believe in you like in the soft windthat caresses my soul and makes me so grave.Like a fixed star in the starry night,your light is my guide, my longed-for peace.I believe in your eyes, which are two stars,shelter of dreams and sincere secrets.In your hands, which warm me with their warmth,I find strength, shelter, fervour.I believe in you as in an eternal river,flowing serene, pure and tender.In every whisper, in every glance,I recognise a world where love never ends.I believe in you, in the echo of your voice,that resounds in my chest, an atrocious song.Like the sea that embraces the gentle shore,your love is my lighthouse, my harbour, my bishop.

Source  I want to walk the burning map of your skin,to follow with my lips the paths of desire,to draw on your back the story of the nightand for the dawn to find us in a sincere whisper.You are the living ember that ignites my destiny,and in the dance of shadows, I lose myself and soar.My fingers are compasses in the sea of your body's sea,tracing the contours of an eternal love,and in every stolen kiss, the moon is a witness,that the world stops, in the heat of this longing.I want to walk the burning map of your skin,to leave footprints without haste, on this sacred journey,and when the day awakens, with its caramel light,the echo of our story will still resound by my side.

Source  I have come to understand that healing does not mean erasing,that every wound carries history,that time is a whisper that teaches us how to lovethat moving on does not mean forgetting,it is to open a book where sometimes it hurts to read,but the old pages invite us to stayin the here, in the now, in the dawn. Some wounds do not disappear; they soften,they move like shadows in the light of day,like the wind that caresses the face and warns that the past is part of our melody.that the past is part of our melody. I have come to understand that love unfoldsin the deep acceptance of what is to be,that every wound is light, and the heart refuses to forget the past.to forget the past, but chooses to be reborn.

Source  Fall in love with a man who teaches you,with his eyes of wisdom,Who will help you find your path,hand in hand in life, a companion,who's every step is firm and sincere,A man who brings to your essence,who inspires you to open your conscience,to shine in the world, to be you.Who builds you, brick by brick,that in his embrace you find sparkle,in its love, a fire without winter.May it be wholesome, like the air as it blows,may it foster in you love,And in its essence may you find safety.May it have goals to chart together,a bright future to embrace,Fall in love with such a man,May he envelop you in his peace and laughter,

Source  The skin belongs to the one who makes it bristle without touching it,Every touch of the soul, is a glimmer in the shadow,transforms into pure light what the night dazzles. And the heart, to whom it is capable of disturbing it,who knows how to navigate storms without breakage.Making its essence flow in streams of love its essence,unleashing in the chest tides of presence. The skin, a soft canvas of shared dreams,the heart, a refuge of lost secrets. There is no finger to touch, no footprint that matures,when you feel the touch of love that lasts.Let the skin bristle, Let your pulse quicken,For in every beat love is considered.