Lost Love
I'm half back, half full on a fragment of the universe, an endless space odyssey there in your arms, that drop of tear that was lost at sea in which sometimes draw my figure, a point I remember birth to you, a deep stare that speaks to the tracks away to the solitude which is not sought.
I'm a lot of letters, phrases, ideas, fantasies, realities, dreams, fighting and crowding into my mind, looking for your space, your chance to find your way, searching the calm that makes them be born despite the disorder, in this silence I scream with me now, I find you, they ask a caress, embrace your skin, your eyes are and dare to draw feelings, the reality is open because it also wants to dream, a dream and not wake up.
And cover the cracks of nostalgia, lost love embrace the feeling that being dead, new born kisses have the words to cry tears that gave name to the memories, and tell you that every day is a short distance past in your eyes and mine.
With absences, no distance, with a lost love, and you, waiting at the end of the road.
