Farewell

There's something I remember from last night. My mother kissed me on the cheek and I went out. I remember the light, that sunshine which you can only see in dreams or when you're a child. Yes, maybe it was that. I looked at my feet. Tiny. Slightly clumsy. I'm on my way as always.

You were walking next to me. Never different, and your hands were the same. Wide, warm, with some wrinkles, but never old. You were not yet in my memory, but I could remember that smile of yours that hurts me sometimes.

Your eyes had changed, though. They have something hidden. I can see it now, they were sad as ever. That's why you came back, right? You can only say goodbye if you have walked all the path. Now you have, you found my beginning. My end. A farewell is always both things, don't you think?

It's late, I should go home. My mother has prepared dinner. Will you be here tomorrow? I'm so sleepy. Perhaps I'll dream about today. Yes, and that sunshine. And when I wake up, I promise, I will remember. 

 

Her

There's a lady waiting for you with a pair of wings. Haven't you found her yet? Try to look for a golden gaze.

There she is.

She touches you.

Then my chest turns into stone. I knew once that she was there. The day I discovered that I hadn't a pair of wings for you. 

 

Beauty

I've heard the ancient voices of those still to come.

`Look up´

When I did so I recognised the blue reflection of this world in the light of the stars.

My soul trembled.

For the first time I was back home.

Neon

The street has no end, like this night sky.

You're floating on your own reflection. The soaked cement is a mirror.

Your face is shining. It blinks: fuchsia and black.

I don't want to walk towards you, because I'm afraid you're a picture made of fog and rain drops.

But I see your eyes. They trap the light like neon stars.



There you are
Hidden in the shining

 

A thought

Before you arrived in my life I would not have dared to have dreams.

The only problem is that you're now the most impossible one.

The rules of God

I couldn't tell if that dark shadow of your eyes is just the reflection of the dimness. The only thing I know is that I want to drown in it.

God whispered in my ear that we cannot merge blood and flesh at will. That love is merely the illusion of the impossible, because we can never

be

the same thing as we really wish.

Tonight I need you to be violent enough to challenge him.

I need you to brake the rules of God. 

  

Echoes

It's the end of all things. I know it because only now I'm able to hear clearly the echoes of my memory. The last visitor who has returned to me is your voice. With it, my name. 

 

Masquerade Ball

I would recognise you everywhere. I saw you in a nightmare.

You had no eyes. No mouth. Just blank.

''I need something from you''

So I bought a mask. It was smiling and I wanted to kiss it.

But when my lips reached you, I only felt the freezing and rough touch of a corpse. 

 

Theft

Someone came in last night and took my thoughts away. I know it was you. When I woke up I found a petal on my lips and a thorn in my tongue. 

 

Déjà vu

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I've come back to the apartment. To the room.

You're here. But perhaps it's not you.

''Have you called?''

No, I haven't because

''You know I like surprises''

Yes, you do

But your voice is not the same. It comes from the walls.

''Come on''

Your hand. Yes, love, I wish I could but we both know that it's not your hand.

''Come on''

Your lips. Not your lips, of course, but I don't care any more.

Any more.

I kiss you. I touch your hand. I hear your voice. I enter the room. I come back to the apartment.

Again. I've lost track of how many times.