It is not that my dream
doesn't want to dream you,
it's not that my soul
has moved away from you,
it's not even that my hands
can't touch you,
it is that my desolate life
has no sensations
when I see you in blue.
And my mind in disarray
collapses easily,
like a detour on the road
like a change in the wind,
but I open my arms to destiny
as if I wish to embrace you
and so I hold on to my reality
and not losing hope.
I promise I won't cry
because there is pain without crying,
there are
landscapes without colors,
and there are also
colors without life,
it's a kind of starving roulette
thirsty of sighs and dreams
that tries to capture me
in silky hands,
Lying jellyfish,
and false muse
who stole my secrets
and shouted them to the wind.
A new day is born
with other expectations,
with a renewed breath,
however I perceive
the scent of your hair
the touch of your hands
by my side,
and I can realize
that it was all
a dark nightmare
that brought moments
of anguish,
but your caresses
gave me back my soul...
