Enraged agonies hide the light. The dream carries you. You just have to believe it. Time is meant to be your ally. To live your own miracle.
Next to her. You live small miracles. Feels like discovering the center of the world. Like finding a way to stop the time. Just like you learn what you want most in this life.
Disposition. Lust. Fills a soul treasury. Clear. Value adds. Precious shines every moment.

Miracle the birth. Repeatable. Done everyday. Sweet. Like the countless hugs it shares in time. No obligation. River flows its love. The bed overflows with it. The words are lost in the view of a smile that carries all the words of the world. You gorge it greedily. You want more. You are reaching a human end. Without being prepared. How does the miracle end?
A strange picture. The last one. Lifeless. Does not find a place in you. Your place is your memory. Tied by the umbilical cord. Your silence burns full of pictures. A glance. High in the sky.
You are bathed. By a smile of interest. You keep your eyes wide open. Filled by light. She speaks. About books. Joy overloads you.