Jamás hubo un accidente tan bonito como cuando se cruzaron tu mirada y la mía.

There is nothing more

There is nothing more 
to wish in that moment 
when she is in my arms 
as the world seems 
to start making sense and 
all the voices escape back into 
their hiding places 
as time seems to stop 
and make sculptures 
of us in embrace. 

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