Closing my eyes, I see dark lights that are taking me and taking me, to eat the fruits that give rise to school candy. The courtyard is of our looks and in this room of pink walls, it seems that the colors take me, for the first time; to the reality of the best of my dreams.This is to be told slowly, more slowly than those kisses of strawberries, which were bringing me here. It was Monday this morning and in this place, you arrive and you stop time for me. Blackboards, exams and biology have a new context in all your history and geography.

Your salon reign, in these sheets; is loose with garments, crown and dresses: What a beauty, to feel all a don Juan and a king, while I forget to be; in the light of day, the most idiotic of beggars.I don't know about the liquor in the bottles in these teenage years, and it's that I taste, that "the one from your lips" and it tastes tasty and very different for the first time. Underneath that white uniform there are more interesting colors; better than those I imagined every time I taste your lips. Soft, even, smooth colors that intermingle with my impulses and make me addicted to imagining you.A long time ago, I was approaching this first time, I saw you different and distant. And today that you are so close, I kiss better your cheeks of tender girl tender; with the virginal surrender of a sweet woman.