In the Interstices of the Afternoons - Junker Romanello, Nicolas
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This poetry book is a journey through the stages of a romantic relationship, from the thrill of passion to the rebirth after overcoming loss. With verses that capture the essence of love in all its nuances, it delves into the magical beginning of a romance, the challenges of daily life, the conflicts that shape a couple's destiny, the pain of a breakup, and the path to rediscover oneself. More than poems, these are reflections on what it means to love, lose, and rebuild. Perfect for those seeking genuine emotions, relatable life experiences, and a poetic respite for the heart. Let yourself be…mehr

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This poetry book is a journey through the stages of a romantic relationship, from the thrill of passion to the rebirth after overcoming loss. With verses that capture the essence of love in all its nuances, it delves into the magical beginning of a romance, the challenges of daily life, the conflicts that shape a couple's destiny, the pain of a breakup, and the path to rediscover oneself. More than poems, these are reflections on what it means to love, lose, and rebuild. Perfect for those seeking genuine emotions, relatable life experiences, and a poetic respite for the heart. Let yourself be touched by words that translate love in its most sincere and universal form. "The Week Has All the Days The days had names, but she came without a date, without warning, without haste, and time, which counted steps, >The week turned the corner, the month, a pause, the clock no longer seeks the hours, >If yesterday was Tuesday, or if tomorrow will be Sunday, I don't know. I only know that, every day she enters through the door, >"Light Discomfort We argue softly, >Your touch still weighs, but it weighs less. It's strange to feel your absence >Your eyes speak too much. Between the blinks, something dies and is reborn. I try to listen, but the lips don't speak. >And if I asked what moves you? Your eyes would lie. But they always lie beautifully, Like someone who believes in what they feel, Until the hands let go."
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