I'm addicted to love

I love always stumbling over the same mistakes

of giving desperate kisses

and hugs that are a boa.

And I love love,

because how not to talk about the exquisiteness that is that pain that collapses nations.

And there is no recovery for me who loves to proclaim that his first torture of distraction is the way the blush travels through your skin when the world lays its eyes on you.

And I was never attracted to the delicate

always so fragile

and thirsty for a love that protects them.

My love is hurricane and destruction,

is a kidnapper and a murderer.

and it's also,

the burning that your beauty leaves in my fingers every time I dare to call you by your name.

And I am a prophet of love because there is no better selfishness than the destruction of two hearts.

Ta.