He had come as any real happiness. 

Unexpected. 

He had arrived on foot, with no white horse. 

He caressed my heart just after touching my thoughts, 

I happened to think of it before bed. 

And he must have understood. 

Why he does not put a lot to touch my hands, 

starting a ritual that the skin has always known, 

but must whenever you explain using the chills. 

I disclosed my soul. 

And I stopped being afraid to be happy.