WE ARE

This poem was written in a moment where things were not eay but love was there, standing still.
Make your happiness or misery into words, make them poetry cause they’ll fly and they will dwell in those hearts who read them.

We are that thing,

That exception of nature,

The beautiful sound of the water 

Through the rocks.

We are the awareness of the whole, 

Of the life, of the love…

… But still, we are not together.

We are the pieces of the compass,

Solving the mystery of the lust,

Laughing with the touching of the senses

Feeling with the words of the poets.

We are the flight of the birds,

The sun in the horizon

The wind and the leaves,

But yet, we are not together.

Our history is like those ones,

That, unbelievably, we believe

That don’t exist in the mind 

Of crazy writers 

And sinner priests.

We are the nowhere

We are the space

We are the sand and the concrete

We are the time

We are one

But still, we are not together.

YOU…

Some sort of magic happens
when we find each other
in the ocean of the solitude.
I silently drown in your mouth
while the dust disappears in the wind,
and my voice becomes a hidden echo
that rumbles in the empty spaces of your soul.
Sometimes at night, I mischievously smile
cause I find you mysteriously enchanted
like an unexplored galaxy
like a distant star
like an impossible mountain.
You are that parallel reality I can’t live without
that secret life I’ll never share
and that happy ending I’ll never have.