August on the seashore.
Wind in the cabin.
After the summer.
Wet bones.
There wasn’t enough below the skin.
You wrote.
Poisonous sounds.
I wonder
how many
you
tried to persuade.
To slurp
identities
authentic
to design yours
that are not.
Interrogatory nights
disturbing.
Where
do you aspire to reach?
I wonder to myself.
I confess.
I give it
the obscurest
that I’ve accepted
to survive.
Ambition.
Madrid.
Solitude. Openings.
It was still warm.
Vegan meals.
Chocolate souffle.
Berries.
The instant
that demolished
all previous.
I arrived after
those three days.
Where
a handsome lunatic
got me.
And I slept
tied in his heart
staring
into his azure eyes.
They were
nearly translucent.
Eternal love
can last three days.
A couple of beers
before dinner.
You
already confused
curiosity
with the desire
to play.
Your
fucking trick.
Brave.
We are
not gifts
to fill your creativity
that empties.
Sushi for dinner.
A cocktail in a hotel.
I don’t mind
who’s the apartment.
Don’t
pretend
to position yourself
above me.
Authority.
Don’t
wanna pour
your daydreams
in other souls.
So can’t conquer
I’m showing you
that you’re outside
of your own play.
.
Bravery holds me.
You ware afraid.