9 month ago now
but still beautiful
maybe even more...
Storms are beating our head
and bead of melancholy hurting our rest
but since the first day of the verb to be
I've stared your eyes
you've licked my wounds
Who are you?
Who am I?
What is love?
You are the muse of yesterday and tomorrow
and I'm floating on spirit and flesh
you and me
no ties to the world
pieces of heart thrown here and there
looking for freedom and flowering trees.
I'm the green palm of your sunny waterfront,
I'm cedar and ocean and deep,
you are wood and marble and ivory
horizon, trip and uncharted path
We are misunderstandings deceits hypocrisies
I’m the breath you are missing
You are the fist tightening dreams in my throat…
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