There are minutes that are not measured in time, Not so much with the sunset at noon, Or when he hides off by the afternoon, Not much less with a clock hand... Because there are moments...
That can only be measured with a sigh,
With that feeling that lingers on your lips,
They are suspended between kisses, stares,
And silences that say it all.
And what is the time,
Time is nothing,
For those who do not wait,
For those who no longer believe,
For those who no longer feel,
To the one who just survives,
But he no longer feels the slightest caress in the soul.
But for the one who never stops believing...
Time can be measured...
With a look full of complicity,
With a caress that makes the soul tremble,
With a kiss that takes you to heaven,
With a moment of alone...
When silence is the most beautiful language,
To say something very deep from the heart...
So...
Up to a minute...
... When that minute becomes immortal in the memory...
That's a steal of time...
And make it perpetual by just remembering it every moment...
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The Eternal Love.
King&A (May 20, 2026)
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