Sometimes we look for the wrong places, we feel love for people who can not give it and we look in some way to get closer and try it in the same way. I spent a large part of my time convincing myself that this person was the right one and gave him special moments that will not come back. This poem was made for someone I loved a lot and somehow gave me a hope that never came true.
Your eyes.
Those bright stars imposing before the will of my soul,
two crystalline ponds that I admire with curiosity.
Their light invites me to grab the knob and enter like a door,
an open door that drags me in and I am almost compelled to go through.
To think once more in bygone days and today,
to feel like you are here, unchanging.
A dancing soul in the vastness of time,
a free body rejoicing in the arms of another lover.
Love? Why does it feel so bittersweet to write these words on a canvas?
Why can't I control this tremble?
Desire? Is that perhaps?
Yes... It must be!
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I have a longing desire to be by your side,
to feel the beating on your chest.
To be born again and merge in a hurricane of emotions.
Then I wake up and remember this is all part of an act, a theater, an actor and a crowd, and I have to go back to reality again.
An incontestable reality,
where the venom stings my body.
Surrounded only by scales and thorns.
I have to hide in my shell once more.
Am I condemned to admire you from a distance?
Do I have to keep my love a secret?
Yes...
it has to be that way.
We will joyfully dance in this first act.
I will gaze at the light through the knob,
and someday my words will come out of this canvas,
to be considered individual.
So they can be understand as heart, body and soul.
two crystalline ponds that I admire with curiosity.
Their light invites me to grab the knob and enter like a door,
an open door that drags me in and I am almost compelled to go through.
to feel like you are here, unchanging.
A dancing soul in the vastness of time,
a free body rejoicing in the arms of another lover.
Why can't I control this tremble?
Desire? Is that perhaps?
Yes... It must be!
to feel the beating on your chest.
To be born again and merge in a hurricane of emotions.
Then I wake up and remember this is all part of an act, a theater, an actor and a crowd, and I have to go back to reality again.
where the venom stings my body.
Surrounded only by scales and thorns.
I have to hide in my shell once more.
Do I have to keep my love a secret?
Yes...
it has to be that way.
I will gaze at the light through the knob,
and someday my words will come out of this canvas,
to be considered individual.
So they can be understand as heart, body and soul.
All content is from my authorship. The photographs, is the only thing I have of him before leaving Venezuela.