The diary of broken dreams

I need you I need you babe Like I've never needed anyone. In the corner of the night, under the starry sky Stands tall as a golden dream. His skin is ebony, deep and glowing, a gleaming jewel, unique and fascinating. His eyebrows are wooded, thick, dark, keeping secrets in their safe corners. Eyelashes of shadow, thick and long, like bird's wings that deceive no one. And that nose... so noble and so strong, every angle of him is pure luck. He's a poem, a mystery to be read. If the universe were to speak, it would undoubtedly say He's the echo of pure harmony. With his confident gait, his enchanted laughter, In him, the beautiful and the perfect intertwine, nothing is missing.

Hay un misterio en su cabello castaño, una sombra oscura como la noche misma, que cae suave sobre su frente, como un telón que oculta secretos antiguos. Sus ojos, azules como el filo de un cuchillo, me perforan, me consumen en cada mirada. Son abismos helados, mares profundos, donde me ahogo, donde me entrego sin dudar. Esos cabellos oscuros me atrapan, castaños como árboles que no puedo talar, caen como un velo de sombras en su rostro, y yo, atrapada, no quiero escapar. Sus ojos, dos trozos de océano en invierno, fríos y profundos, pero llenos de vida, me miran desde mundos lejanos, haciéndome sentir náufraga en su calma inmensa. Y justo al borde de sus labios, un lunar, como marca de estrellas, tan cerca de su sonrisa que tiemblo, como si solo su risa pudiera tocarlo. Ese lunar es una constelación pequeña, la primera pista en su piel, tan tersa, de que él, también, guarda mundos internos que solo el más valiente podría explorar. ...

She puts a cigarette in her mouth. She leaves on the next cigarette butt, a mark of her lipstick.  Dark red, Like the room I always imagine her in. The way she walks, almost doing a horsewalk, Like the model she always dreamed of being. So sublime. Her short hair falls over her jaw. Marked and tense. She laughs and my heart races. She's a fantasy. She brings her hands to her hair And combs it back. It drives me crazy when she does it. It drives me crazy when she doesn't know it. The black jacket she's wearing now is so dark, Like her hair. She's so dark. Her aura intimidates me. Her stockings are torn. They reveal her slender legs, white as snow. The makeup smeared over her eyes Makes her so special. It makes her unique among so many people. She looks beautiful tonight. She makes me sigh when I think of her. She doesn't even know it. She doesn't know that I get sick without her. That I see her in every star.

He was my sun, my night and my day, my quiet laughter, my melancholy. So loud and so strong, so close to me, until the moment he said yes... to goodbye, without looking this way. His eyebrows, bushy, that I admired so much, no longer raise their arches towards my faith. And that nose, which in my dreams I kissed, is drifting away in the mist, leaving me without bearing. Eyelashes closed to all my longing, Where stars and sky once shone. He was perfect, my muse, my luck, but love is not immune to death. Today I am left with echoes, with shadows of him, with the sweet memory of a cruel dream. He was my everything, my peace and reason, now he's just a name in my heart.