Imagen
When two souls find their magnet, a burning chemistry that nothing can separate, neither the voracious time, nor the distances that separate, nor the pride that blinds can appease that fire.
It is not only the contact of skins that burns, it is the laughter that echoes, the glances that discover, the trembling in the air when their worlds collide and merge in an eternal dance of encounters and farewells.
There may come storms of words that hurt, silences that shout louder than the voices, but nothing can tame that magnet of life that again and again pushes them, brings them closer, unites them.
They are two rivers that, no matter how much they flee, flow into the same vast sea of their longings, the storm and the calm that complement each other, the perfect chaos where they burn to live.
When destiny whispers their linked names, when the skin cries out and the soul responds without restraint, there is no wall to stop them, there is no force that is enough to silence the fire of eternal passion.
Again and again they will seek each other without remedy, because what there is between them transcends the earthly, it is pure ignition, essence of burning life, love in a wild, unstoppable, primordial state.