Only my own me
I don’t have jewelry or a ring for you, I have poetry and I want to snuggle by your side this winter, away from problems, near a window that opens in the morning so that the sun enters every day.
I am with you because you give me place in your presence, when I silence it is to listen to nothing later the music comes and my heart turns on when I see you dawn.
I want an answer to your life, a crossroads of love, to see the moon in the house prepare a night of candles and incense, a sales bath, a purification towards your address.
Before returning I think about your sound, how we are going to create these months, after drought from here, to really wrap you in a fictional reality.
See us in the mirror and watch the belly grow, a light in your eyes. A jewel in your heart, spirits that light up and are in a city of coal where you can hang a breeze of good life of your colors.
People are already shining, far away are fences, and time has brought life back to the sun.
I will lock myself so as not to lose and leave the hours for anything that invites us.
