Text original - Anglès - I have looked at you for a long time now. What...

I have looked at you for a long time now.
What you show me is not what I see.
Only shadows of myself I forgot to love.
They suit you better
you turn more beautiful and tragic.
-deeper than your shallow beauty.

Voraciously I read you.
and it´s me on the paper
- longing between the lines.
I write your story in the margin.
I don´t ask your permission.
Fading into footnote
I hold you, I hold you.