the sinner
Because beyond my eyes there is the sky with the stars in your eyes. Because at confession, my soul hasn't kept the mystery of the poetry that you are. Because you know to read among the rows, among the seasons, among all the points and all the unspoken commas. Because towards me, you were written like a novel of amorous fiction. Because you met me all the way like that love at the corner of the street, thinking that I am to everyone when I was just your song and not of someone else. Because I lived you as two lives in another life sharing all kinds of emotions that some never heard. Because my confessions became yours having the spell above of the sinner and the culpability offered clearly, through the eyes and eyelashes of the fragile balance of chemistry and of everything that could be kissed. Because I've been searching for you so much and by a sublime chance, I've found myself. Because your prayer to your God was with me and all my thoughts returned again to you, I'
