From my window (A través de mi ventana) (№ 443149)

We are told that love smells like roses, but as it turns out, love smells like bleach, hospital, and fear. Anger and feelings of powerlessness. And despite this, I do not want to forget what we have experienced. Not one minute. Not one time you climbed in through a window. Wake up! I want to hug you again. Feel your skin. Kiss your lips. Wake up and we'll face our fears together. Thanks to you, I believed in love, it would be nice now and love believed in us ...