Love and Hate

Love and Hate. Most of the times, perhaps something in between, internal. And until the end of the days, your eyes anchored on me. One sign in the middle of the night. One moment to look at the waves, wrapping themselves, before arriving onshore, faiting. One light to leave the desert behind. One taste in your mouth. No limits for the time we have together. So big the trust never said. And one touch in your warm skin. The joy of the wooden cross across boarders. Our blood alive, singing. And then, silence. One thought from me to you. Mind to mind, blind. Most of the times, perhaps only love. One word in my wrist, eternal. 

Indaco

You carried the word within your soul, your faith. In the suitcase, the clothes, shoes, and books. Memories of red mountains. And, on leaving, those notes like bells: Ring the bell. Who is there? You and me. There is no other way. I have to think first, then exchange a few words. And speak in English. In that less choky style of being in the middle, together.

Perfect Darkness

Perfect Darkness. Today's update of the perfect state of the world: Tree of Logic silenced after elucidating against the Germany progree towards darkness. Deep water a little deeper then you thought. Then, Dan Pena advices. But why should we measure success by the money we make? Maybe just listening the possibility of knowing better, being able to achieve goals is more than the project, is the clearest dream. 

Beautiful Mind

Brilliant your mind. I think: Your eyes are like Troia waters in a sunny day. Same light blue we use to enhance photographs. I look at you: You talk about God. I gain at least one more new word per day. You know all the stories. I sit and listen to the tales. The golden fields within your soul. There is magic in those hills. And music has a different taste. Times goes fast. Then the poem said the stars. What will do, will play. Me and my piano. I think and I say nothing. 

What I´ve Done

In this farewell, my good God watching us. Beautiful stars. Beautiful stars. Just like a song. In this farewell, maybe some rain. So it makes it easier to you. Easy to go. I could still search for the words and buy the piano. Then I shall play. I shall sing. I shall dance. While my hands on your knees playing. My lips in your face singing. My eyes inside your eyes asking What I´ve I done. 

Someone You Loved

And then you pulled the rug/ I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved. Please note: it is real in every life. And a conversation can be a story of a lifetime. Incidents turned into memories. I remember already and it isn´t over. My hair in a mess though no regreats. I think it's due to the humidity because it can´t be the wind. Here there is no breeze and the sea retreats. Then we see all the other things. Even the future, light blue, in front of me.