no words beyondAnd you can't hear or seeOnly experience in a worldStill to be created.The scent of you penetratesThrough the thin veil of timeCrashing into me like a burning blade.I talked to my reasonBut it is deaf to meand this feelingGives my blood a new course in you.Because the wordsI love youAre just one grain of sandIn the desert of my emotions.
folding paper and dreamsI jump down the hole, holding tight my dreams and a cherry.I could happen to meet love underway, and love without a cherry is not even something I would like to mention.The hours of the night brought me a dream and some crumbs of love that I save for those moments in which my hunger will become unbearable.a floating feeling, fabulous and terrible - that's what you are for meyou are delicate and dangerous like a beautiful flower whose scent is poison, and I like to be poisoned by you and lose my conscience in the scent of your body.I don't remember how I have lost my reasonProbably on the way between here and the past, when my pocket watch broke and you said"let's open the blinds. Light will come in and make your head ache"I didn't have anything to object, since you promised to lick that pain away and I would eventually agree to do anything, just to feel your touch.I COULD EVEN make a paper plane for you, and that goes far beyond my principles.
never coming ever leavingThere is no fleshLeft for your nails toScratchThis desire awayOne momentWhere desire andrepulsion becomeOneOnOneAnd the wayYou penetrate myPrideMaking it moanAnd ask forMercyRemembers me ofWhen there was nothingElse than my childhoodAnd the smell of grass.Those men are still wearing a hat. I admire their way of moving their hands while they are talking. My nostrils are full of the smell of their cigars.I want to be with them, in those chamber filled with smoke and financial talk.My hands are dirty.Grease and dust.It's like a fireAnd I am the one burning.My mind is dirtyOf images I enjoyed,of pleasures Ihave paid for.Warm hands on coldSoft skinHer smileUntouchable lips.The streets are full of them. Looking, studying, tasting and asking for a deal. From behind the windows eyes are begging and laughing. Smiles are asking more, lips are saying words without melody.I am a new gender but old is my path, consumed of feet and bloody faces.Breathing.Air fill
roamingkeep your hands there.I won't move,I won't askdon't part from this body,bear the heat, the pain, the pleasure.I will keep all my promisesand forget all this, when the daycomes back to steal mylife.Keep your lips there,I will laugh and call your namebecause where your lipstouch my bodymy skin is marked.I am yours and you aremine sealed in the shadow.I won't ask your soulI won't ask your heart.I am not old enough toknow the key andI am not young enoughnot to care about thetruth.I am nothing more than ashadow with a name thatcould be any othera face that could bea lie,a heart that you possess.You can keep that hearthe won't disturb your dreams.You can throw that heart awayand he will stay therewaiting for you to comeback.But don't think about it tonight.Just rest at my side,I will play that song only for youlike a violinist crying out his loveto a muse he never knew