:25:46
The doves in my yard
were free to fly.
:25:51
They took long journeys,
but they always returned.
:25:55
For it was nothing,
but love what we had to exchange.
:26:03
They flew far away and I could
recognize them on distant rooftops.
:26:09
Among stray birds
I hoped someday...
:26:14
would come to my immense garden.
:26:29
It was Ana, Pedro.
:26:34
It was Ana.
:26:37
My hunger was for Ana.
:26:41
Ana was my illness.
:26:44
She was my insanity.
:26:49
My breath...
:26:53
my blade...
:26:56
and my chill.