A poet in love 📜 ❪🇺🇲+🇪🇦❫

   A poet in love does not bring down the moon, he makes you live in it, because for him there is none like you, and he does not bring down a star because he does not want you to overshadow it, leaving the sky taciturn, making the others envy you.

   And if he finds a poetess who becomes his muse, he would make a skirmish of feelings, those feelings that are rioted when he thinks of her in his mind, a smile is drawn when she comes to his mind, not to mention the charm that bewitches him when he crosses her gaze, he writes so much and nothing silences the lyrical world that awakens, even if he peeks at the door and pronounce a simple "Hello".

   ^{Un poeta enamorado no te baja la luna, te hace vivir en ella, porque para él como tú ninguna, y no te baja una estrella porque no quiere que la opaques, dejando el cielo taciturno, haciendo que te envidien las demás.}

   ^{Y si encuentra una poetisa que se convierta en su musa, armaría una escaramuza de sentimientos, esos que se alborotan cuando en su mente la piensa, se dibuja una sonrisa cuando a su mente llega, ni hablar del encanto que lo hechiza cuando se cruza con su mirada, tanto escribe y nada calla el mundo lírico que despierta, tan si quiera el asomarse a la puerta y pronunciar un simple "Hola".}

   And it is not the sea that launches a wave, but the heart that beats, thundering like a sieve, sending the vital fluid, announcing who is in charge.

   What else could be expected from such a muse that paralyzes the world, just with her smile she makes you forget even her name. A poet in love is not only a man, he becomes a super hero with unimaginable powers, juggling with elephants and bringing him from Paris the croissant he loves so much, avoiding that in a slip up, he gets lost from his horizon.

   ^{Y no es el mar que lanza una ola, sino el corazón que palpita, retumbando como una zaranda, enviando el vital fluido, anunciando quien es la que manda.}

   ^{Qué más se podría esperar de semejante musa que el mundo paraliza, tan solo con su sonrisa hace olvidar hasta su nombre. Un poeta enamorado no es solo un hombre, se convierte en super héroe con inimaginables poderes, haciendo malabares con elefantes y trayendo le de París el croissant que tanto le gusta, evitando que en un desliz que se levante, se pierda de su horizonte.}

   Climbing any mountain where grows the most exotic flower that pales by his side. Great love in his chest grows, overflowing crazy passions, feeding the most extreme emotions that a human being has to feel, making a lyrical history of his existence, giving meaning to his unfathomable lyrics, those that brand him as crazy, that as if that were not enough, reason had lost, trying to find what would give meaning to the turmoil of his thinking.

   He no longer thinks about what is going to happen, because the compass has marked the direction of destiny, it is no other, that with his lyrics has filled his heart, that by chance, without rhyme or reason, has been found at dawn, turning a quiet night into a sleepless night.

   ^{Escalando cualquier monte dónde crezca la más exótica flor que a su lado palidece. Grande amor en su pecho crece, desbordando locas pasiones, alimentando las más extremas emociones que un ser humano ha de sentir, haciendo una historia lírica su existir, dando sentido a sus insondables letras, aquellas que por cual lo tildan de loco, que por si fuera poco, la razón había perdido, tratando de encontrar lo que le daría sentido al barullo de su pensar.}

   ^{Ya no piensa en qué va a pasar, pues el compás ha marcado la dirección del destino, no es sino otra, que con sus letras le ha llenado el corazón, que por azar, sin ton ni son, se ha topado de madrugada, haciendo una tranquila noche en una desvelada.}