The Sentence...

...lost, that nobody will deliver,

is dedicated to my muse.

While

being far away from here,

physically absent,

but present

in my bones, my veins,

my heart,

for being despite her young age

the only person in the world to whom

I have the feeling

being allowed to tell everything

being allowed to write everything,

sending my tears,

my laughs,

sharing my sore,

my sighs,

but mostly for having been enabled to create

this bond of trust

with that unique human being I discovered one day

under a radiant beauty,

that person behind imagination

that I love,

I still don't know how,

but that I love, love, love.