It's not true
that life is in disguise
as a charming man,
nor as a kind boy,
nor as a tempting voice.
It's not true
that life has his name
or his manners,
or even his light eyes.
Suddenly I know
that is he who
has been in disguise,
since I win his heart,
as the breath which
makes me feel alive,
as a dream
turned into a fact.
There are so many
lies in this relationship:
I am not the woman of your life,
you are not the man of mine,
because we are all-in-one,
not two different persons,
not two different lives.
We are meant
to grow up
like a single body
shaped by the features
of both of us,
to get pregnant of a soul
called You and I.
