(The Lovers, Marc Chagall) about we go one time to shit, if we do
again, if we strip
to love still uncreated
movements if we are in scattered whispers
am with your hands if you follow the path of my coordinates
to sink into the quicksand
the climax which culminates in a thousand blasts artifice.
What if love
drained the soul if we let the imagination take power
difficult it is done immediately,
and the impossible takes us just a little time ...
cry What if obeying the mismanagement of our nostalgia
if I pour into the veins beat of your pain ...
you know that I can recognize your sorrows in two seconds
and be executioner of your tears with my kisses.
What if we hide everything if we camouflage
only in the blood boil
if we burn together for spontaneous combustion
verses drunk to announce the awakening ...
What if we kill the laughter
to enjoy it from the little sanity that we still,
what if you laugh in this crazy drawing lines
killing all fears with the courage of his lyrics
and I laugh at the cocktail of your smile
delivered to our games and poison antidotes.
What if we drop without vacuum
network if we release all
if you face the abyss we thrown together,
hand, instead of walking
fearful over the edge ...
like a crazy dream, you and I
falling slowly
without telling us anything,
and laughing out loud background ahead.
What if I look at
if I kiss you and kiss you,
if you count my dreams,
if we stay silent,
whether we dance a tango,
if I touch you,
if you touch me, if I
draw in your lines,
if you picture in my stories, if I drink
dropwise
until it falls asleep ...
What if one of these days I say yes,
to undertake that no return flight to laugh
on the lips and burst into song to steal the beats
warm and you steal my way until I read your poetry
move the senses with the certainty you that these days miss and love my present
endless love,
under the moon.
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