Mikrokosmos

The crescent moon talked to me last night, it lulled me with stories from galaxies unknown, of love and sacrifice, of betrayal and redemption. The northern lights whispered a sonata of secrets, a cosmic wonderland of unwritten magic and enchantments. My mind drifted into space, the mikrokosmos told me to find you among the ruins…

Mr. Gutierrez

  You put the smile on my face You are the shiver in my spine The northern star outside my window The mirror to the depths of my soul. Tell me, how do you do it? How do you make me fall for you every single day? Like it's the first time, we kissed, we…