Another afternoon,

contemplating your eyes,

again disguised as twilight,

with the sea whispering your kisses,

our memories dancing in the wind

and walking on the grass of this place,

this place that has been ours.

...

My heart flutters, every afternoon,

feeling the sweet warmth reflected by your colors,

when nature borrows your eyes

to make them the best time of the day, sunset.

Here I am, another afternoon,

waiting, waiting for you to see me

in every sky portrait you make.

...

The most magical thing about it

is that, even when I'm not here, it chases me through the chaos of the city

and I'm not gonna lie,

although sometimes I'm late,

I love those chances to write about you, better known as traffic.

-Punta Torrecilla, 2018.