" Donde todo el amor en el mundo quedó. "

      At the end of the hours, when the clock refuses to go on again,
      the terrace tends to be your best friend... Witnessing the silent
      and discreet choir the stars have brought to us only.
      No, Brandy happens not to be the one encouraging this feeling
      transcribed in words, this complexity translated into wonder...
      This futile attempt of explaining what you are through mere
      poetry, from which I unfortunately depend only to at least try.
      Try to make you frown, to make you laugh, to make you sing or
      perhaps cry... Nothing else I have loved more than dealing with
      all the facets traced gently over your voice, sight and taste.
      Thoughtless I am... Is this universe surrounding our skins and
      shadows laughing for viewing only, behind a blush, that our hands
      are placed together on a small corner of our souls ?
      If so, the flowers exaggerate by dozens such action through a
      silent and amazed yammering. Blame them I cannot, for my joy
      expands far above blush or gossip... And maybe even more.
      Your fingerprints sliding over my forehead, like arch over cello,
      complete the concert from the little daughters of mother night,
      granting more my desire of having my love even closer from a
      touch, a caress, or a kiss; for even though such actions are
      treasured and beloved by all my selves... Touching your soul
      briefly was always for excellence, ecstasy extended in
      countless amounts.
      The length of your light-apple hair has always been for those who
      have noticed through deep thoughts and truths: the prolonged and
      joyful way to perpetual ideas of passion, characters before us left
      as the only legacy life enjoys the most from we, human beings.
      Fear you represent none, behind the convictions and imposing
      commands you daily have for the wind, the sun and the moon...
      Smiling, angels even hear your complains with pleasure, sleeping
      tightly while expecting the helplessly incoming morning, for these
      have always represented the struggle your purity has been put into
      during the longest seasons of all.
      Profanity shut shortly with a slight cry... Aware of this and more
      I have been for quite long time until this musical night, on which
      allies of my childhood even have the dare to incite me.
      " Hear your thoughts she needs, ignite her petal lips you must ",
      the creation entirely repeats after dragging shyness apart.
      Giggles you spread everywhere after noticing dunk in fantasy, that
      stars were really the listeners of all your confessions once, when
      being small in size and overwhelming in heart. 
      Mom do not live here anymore, that is precisely one thing
      I know extensively between your pride and your sadness. But in
      every smirk, in every chuckle, in every tear dropped or tooth
      shown, she is your first and best fanatic behind anyone's
      perception, whispering quietly to all your senses: " I will never
      leave you. "
      No, madness it is not, I give credit to your versions for being
      victim too of such unique fate in several aspects. Lie,
      lie down over my shoulder of salt and ask it a wish, for granted
      it will be after begging extensively to my heart.
      The city of the everlasting tulips is right there, between the
      Venus and something else. Love and faith fused will guide our
      minds and bodies where those attached to reality have never
      reached to, by just willing it... By just wanting it at least a
      little.
      Rise and drop the complexity you have been labeled with, for
      you know your thoughts better than them, defining with truth the
      only meaning love possess... In your own and unique language.
      This lapse of time, this air, these voices behind the shiniest
      side of my spirit; take all these and write over the history of
      love how passionately I found you weeping on the secret garden
      of your dreams... And suddenly made you laugh, dazzled with all
      your wonders behind those naked pupils, gate to every man's
      happiness, but particularly mine.
      In the middle of days where feelings are wrapped with metal and
      wishes replaced with conformity, I have figured out through
      anything but theories where has love gone after the knife could
      fall over the hopes of many. Behind that smile, it is easier for
      me to confess my verdict; verdict of sweetness, verdict of
      never ending dazzle.
      Little eyes of mine, drive me with something close to perfection
      where the fruit of my love resides. Make me know, make me ask, make
      me greet and go on while depositing on her voice what I have to
      sing for... Either in a Blues or a simple Ballad, allow me to be
      sincere before anything else, in order to touch what she has for
      me after entering without permission inside the garden of her
      dreams.
      If you love, who visit homes by millions here and everywhere, grant
      me this request of glory, she'll be riding maybe by tomorrow her
      feelings behind a square of glass, away from me in body... But
      loving ourselves we will be after undressing these curtains of
      dust covering all the good for sharing, tonight.
      Transparently, her smile will shine like diamond and her eyes like
      opal whenever I may wish to view the moon and say " hi ".
      Her skins hears me in a touch, as our vocal chords find their way
      outside again to the free air, swearing to cross roads again,
      eventually. But, as midnight proceeds to end and hit finally its
      first second, possessed by intense and contagious breathing,
      covering your eyes in complacence by using your feeble eyelids,
      I hear you saying silently: " Love is love at large ".
      Lights like music fade slowly over this terrace, friend of ours
      from when to when and platform to reach whatever may considered
      foolishly, unreachable.

                                          Alighieri hijo.


      Solemnly dedicated to: Soryuu Asuka Langley.