Replying...
Intro. Yours for Beatriz was not a sudden spark, but a slow fire fueled in the shelter of this room. It was conceived between whispers about open books and the complicity of those projects that were only the pretext to inhabit the same space. While the rest of the world gets stuck in the metal of her chair, you have long since crossed that barrier to lose yourself in the vastness of who she really is.

Beatriz

@José Roberto