in the silence
in the silence i am here, softly like in the dreams,
im close to u,i cant wake you up and tell u- te amo.
u are not aware of how difficult is to see u sleeping when our history is ending,
in this cold and split night
i cant wake u up and be lost between ur hands, like a sand
To where the silent love goes, what has inside the soul, is it moving away like a wind?
to where goes the love which forgets and burns ur life,
and which is going to sleep gradually with a pain
once again i remember in my remembrances your burnning body,
its like an old and eternal flame
do come back somehow the kisses which ur lips keep?
To where the silent love goes, what has inside the soul,
is it moving away with a wind?
to where goes the love which forgets and burns ur life,and
which is going to sleep gradually with a pain
u wonder
imaginary caresses
such emptiness doesn't let me put the hand to write the first letter of
the word that u will never have. I need that our stillness transfers me to the
vision of how it was. To be able to draw on the wall the distant place where
we can back to share some melody, that emitates the light of itself.
Im doubtfull among coldness and warmth. Starting to count with the fingers
what i dont know are victims and failures,and however i know what attracts me of u, i always stay cool
dont want to back to walk on embers, though very deeply inside me
beats a desire of return to feel you
im closing my eyes, letting myself to feel imaginary caresses, which u ve never
given me, but im starting to feel you, only with a rememberance of you im opening
my soul and i am entirely yours. I can feel ur hands as u were touching
me in truth, and u are able to commove me,so all of my senses explode.
i call you in my dreams, ur voice intimidates me, dont know how more i will endure.
im not trying to be fortunate, only enjoy the moment. In one day you will find out
what.....temporal atractiveness, cause i know im suspended in the time
and that i am a tortured portrait of what ive loved one time...
This time came the moment when i had wings and could say that it was not your fault,
that it was a time which didn't know how to wait untill u will pursuit me.
Fantasma....Fantasm(illusion)
i came across a lost space among the dream and a vigil. I drived without hurry
through the dense rain, at late hours. The music enlightened the path,
yours picture in the middle of the road couldnt be avoided.It stroke against
the window, standed in my space and was lost in the back. Your picture
left a sign, wound which springs of sentiments.I had full places
of feelings which almost impedes me to conduct, which they confuse me in
the every turning, which drag me to the precipice.
i grasped the wheel with an anger. I knew the road enough to conduct with eyes closed.
I wasn't scared, it was grief, grief everytime when
i saw ur picture, the illusion of you.
Maybe i harmed you? I could feel your sadness when coming cross my body,
leaving cold which it made me anxious, but i couldn't avoid you.
Where you came from, is unimportant, to where you ve gone, was clear.
I Escaped, so that i could feel the dream, in order to wake up from the nightmare.I turned on the volume of
the music in order that i could strangle my moans. The windows became unclear because
of my short breath, of my screams, they enable me to see the road that
stayed to go through, with a clarity, but unimportant, I knew the road very well.
I was able to drive with eyes closed. I have done it so many times...
drunk of nostalgy i started to doubt if it went or came,i ignored
if i go further or regress. In a driving mirror,i didnt see myself,
pedals obeyed to my orders, i didnt know or to brake or to accelerate.
I started being in doubt what was on the road, that there was the fog,
even i wasnt sure that it was night, if the time was earlier or later
to listen to the music or stayed in the silence.I started being dispersed,
to disappear fisically, rapidly i did feel nothing,
Therefore what it all means?
Nothing
Only a game of words which arrange yours pupils and form an image.
Don't think that you r reading, because in fact im not writing.
Don't think that im saying something, because there is nothing to say.
Or this time yes. This time you need to read, so that you will understand.
In order to i could write something which i dont know how to read. To read
something what i have not written.
the colour, beat of impulses, paper, water..., sentences, ...
and the eyes that look, and figures which disperse in this eyebeam, and out of controled impulse which strikes your image...
i am in emptiness again, and there, i have seen three moons, and every one had the Sun behind,
and i havent understood anything,but it seemed nice, so that i was creeping under the trees,
to hide from your image, and and my shade projected on black sky, i lost it, and i explored letters in the soleness
of an imaginative poem, and ive created world, and i was there untill the sunrise. I had the soul ache and i dissapeared.