Anxiety And Strep Throat

Iñaki
The thought is slow,
the idea, very fast,
and excitement, a fight.


thought
born when the idea is forgotten.
thought
Torture, torture
love
I torture myself thinking about what the

love that continued to torture.

The touch made one day you
and caress me back

rushed us to the principle of love.



I am writing on the same page yesterday, I'm wanting

in the same body that yesterday
and still love.


Breath of happiness,
breath of love, encouragement
I need.