In the boundless void of our essence searching for reflections that escape the eye, we humans venture out, seeking for those mirrors that reveal our true face.
But the world, obstinate, denies us the necessary, leaves us suspended in an endless dance, where words are lost in the wind, and feelings remain prisoners of the border.
We are shipwrecked on this ungrateful land, in search of a gaze that will give us back our inner image, our true date, but everything seems to be concealed behind a mask.
Yet, in the midst of this darkness, there arises a flash of light, a burning ray, an encounter, a moment of sincerity, where we finally feel truly present.
In that embrace, in that magical instant, the eyes of the other reflect us without veils, and we understand, with a unique intensity, that love is the purest of mirrors.
Through it, we observe ourselves without fear, revealing every nuance, every emotion, and in the embrace of that reflection, becomes clear our essence, our unique song.
Thus, in the symphony of our hearts, we finally find the answer we have been searching for, love, the most beautiful of our mirrors, that shows us as we are, without raised masks.
– R. –
Love stories and poems
