A real flower

How could I live without the one who practically stole my soul? Empty of everything? Is it enough to cross her in the morning to be electrified?

My whole body and my world are torn at the thought of being able to lose it because of a stupid misstep.

Calt and Sajira. I already imagine our children when they call us and we will be intent on making love three meters away and then we will melt and go and check them.

Calt father. Sajira mother holding the two male twins in her arms. Or if they were girls it would be okay equally the important thing is that they are both Sians.

That Argentine laughter devoid of malice. And who forgets it most. It took everything like a hurricane, leaving me amazed.

I was only thinking of a game, but perfection comes from the game. The changing body, the present soul.

The sex that after a year is no longer just sex but is also the joy of tomorrow, of seeing each other again, of collaborating. A kiss to Sajira, and a hundred others.

Where she wants. My love. My woman who opens up to life like a new rose.

By opening, it allows to glimpse the flaps of petals that emerge from its flower to give life and substance to its man.

So it seems perfect and intact. Even more than before, even more than the emptiness it leaves.