The Soul of a Child

If you know me, you know I'm like a child; I have birds in my head and I love to daydream, both awake and asleep. From a stick, I make a sword, and from sincere lips, my dwelling. If you knew me well, you'd know I like the sweetness and cold of ice cream enough to make me disappear from the world while it lasts in my hands, and the taste of a smile while, boldly and with excitement, she looks at me. The sigh of a star in the sky when I gaze at her in those moments, with the eyes you lend me. If you know me, you know my soul is full of memories, and that my faithful friend, whom I miss the most, was a dog— and after him, the rest of the world. You know butterflies make me fly, and the waves of the sea caress my skin just like the fingers of my love would. You know the sun is my ally, and my engine roars when they dedicate a precise "I love you"; and it is an "I love you" without flaws. What captivates me is spontaneity more than finesse, and it burns my flesh just thinking of touching you. If you knew me well, there would be no doubt that real beauty is a gift from life. You would know that my stubbornness and obstinacy are balanced with sweetness and affection. If you know me, you know I'm still a child— one who prefers a hug to a perfect toy. If you know me, give me your breath, and if not, let's get to know each other. (C)#Javilobo