AnnaLadera

There is a fire in the distance of your shadow, a flame that does not cry out, but that burns, that slowly slides across the skin of silence and transforms each moment into a gentle abyss..

It's not haste that I feel, but a firm, constant, inevitable throbbing, like the night when it decides to stay and envelop everything in its mystery..

Your presence cannot be touched. It is perceived, like the air before a storm, like the invisible whisper that disturbs the calm and awakens the senses..

There is no innocence in what is born, but there is also no fault, only a truth that asserts itself as the desire to approach without measure..

And in this game without rules or names, where time dissolves into intensity, each second becomes a universe that revolves solely around two presences..

There's no rush, but there's also no pause. Only a rhythm that builds at the border between what is and what could be..

If it's a mistake, let no one correct it. If it's a risk, let no one stop it..