COOL
The tempest of dreams and expectations
Calmed as I saw you though the window
From the distance, trying not to spoil
The fragile sense of freedom regained
Or the graceful idea behind reality.
I became the constant searcher
Of the perfect balance I so much desire.
Love made me feel so big and full
I lost my cool in a poker game.
The rest is just forbidden fantasy
The verses of the searcher of the light.
Fernando Jarabo y Lorenzo