There is a place between your vein and your skin, which like a labyrinth takes you to your greatest sorrows.
There is a place between the mirror and your body, which breaks with the silhouette of the nonconformity.
There is a place between the food and your mouth, which closes like a flower so that the next day can remain just as beautiful.
There is a place between your face and happiness, which paints the most perfect copy of it.
There is a place between your eyes and mine, that hides all the beauty that we can not see.