El Hombre Que Yo Amo

Love here is not the kind that paints hearts on lattes and signs them ‘mood.’ It is hot, mature, a little crazy, and completely unique. It is that very person who makes the world sway a little, but it is precisely in this swaying that stability lies. It is like a summer storm: a little scary, but you can really breathe.

Every line is filled with tenderness mixed with admiration, like coffee with cinnamon. It's a funny, thrilling mixture of strength and dependence: you want to hug and breathe out together with the music. After all, what could be more honest than a confession of love, where there is no ideal, but there is that very madness for which people live.