For hours, days, yes felt years, I walk from one room to another and search for the right words, words that meet my feelings.
I dream of you every night and in the dream it seems very easy to stand opposite you, to talk to you and to tell you what I feel for you.
But every time I see the white paper and take the pencil in my hand leaves me the courage.
But today I have to confess it to you.
I can not keep running from window to window, look out and hope that you pass underneath and notice me.
I can not keep walking through the streets hoping that I'll see you someday, possibly at the side of another man.
Today I take the pencil in my hand and say to you: I can not think of anything else ... I love you.