[ Featuring José María Paredes Navarro, Miguel Angel Paredes Navarro ]
There are glances that
Say nothing.
An empty notebook,
Whispers in the noise.
There are glances that,
Like a flamethrower,
Incinerate your soul,
Without hesitation.
Powerful muses.
Cotton arrows.
There are glances so cold,
Like the polar circle.
There are glances that
Captivate with just a look.
There are glances so sweet,
That sugar
Cannot help but envy.
There are glances that, without looking,
Say more than your lips,
When speaking.