Senses are like dust in my eyes,
order and kindness aren’t such bad
to be forgotten avoiding every distraction.
This is not freedom because,
I cannot live without a touch,
if I’ll sense only a cold pavement,
I am going to faint.
I cannot stop thinking about the only love,
That I can appreciate and will be taken from me away, white blankets.
A soft leaf touched through my hands,
is nothing to be compared from touching with affection a person I love.
I don’t care if It will be the hottest temperature or the coldest,
I simply care about blindness,
Because through it I love without distraction.