Cosmic Art.
I don't know how can I explain myself better than this:
I can see you in every melody, starting from Krausser, passing through Jon Gomm and the Janaček's symphony, I feel you in the blues and the jazz, even in the silence. In every sound with or without restriction or in the songs that has nothing to do with me or with you. I see you and I feel you in all of the colors and at any hour of the day without rest. All this time that keeps passing by I'm here, watching this galaxy forming in your eyes, experiencing many Big-Bang's whenever you call out my name, sensing my inner atoms crashing and blending,
<<How can you produce such magic without even touching me?>>
As I fix again my gaze on you, all I can do is get amazed, I just can't believe it, that all this cosmos can be stored in a body like this, that all this infinity can be showed like that.
I can't understand how is that you're so beautiful without even trying. Without even knowing it.
YOU ARE READING
Viviendo en la luna.
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