Do not forget our stay in oblivion. Our repetition in time. Our nailed yet. What remains of the shadows? In themselves wrapped. In knowing the blind limits. About his “yes” same passion. First of the braids of life. Of its unspeakable forbidden. Your moments. In love remains. In its lights we will have our eyes. Where they put them they put the mystery. As he will be all inside. In love with not avoiding each other. If we don't get inside. To the bottom of the soul.