Our story has a dialogue
Between those who sold the sun and bought oblivion,
Between a past and a present inspired by imagination.
And if they ask me about you,
I told them you were lost in the dialogue of our story.
And if they ask me about your love,
My silence answered with years of longing.
What should I say while we are having a dialogue?
Days pass and we remain.
The months and years revolve around us,
Our love does not recognize a calendar or a clock.
In our story, the love of eyes,
Songs between the eyelid and the eye.
In our story, you are not my other half,
Rather, you are every part of me.
“You are my most important victory.”