These feelings that don’t fit in the chest,
that invite sharing,
longing for freedom.
Let me tell you about them.
This is their story.
They started out with no name,
afraid that they’ll never be called.
Doubtful of their existence,
were hidden in the glare of the days.
In their passing through life,
to his own being confronted.
They woke up with the stars of the night
and the flight of the birds in the morning.
They were discovered in the melody of laughter
and on the drawn cheeks of those who cry.
In the music sung by the heart
and in the firm steps of those who believe.
They all began without names,
I eventually called them love.
