FOR POETRY

Sunday's heat has arrived  with its golden rays full of love, the talking river wants to tell us, "I'm your friend, you are not alone, I am always with you". Your memory is stronger than oblivion I want to forget you, yet I remember you more, perhaps it's that I don't want to forget you, and how can I forget you if it was a whole life of kisses, of hugs, of highs and lows. While I am lost in thoughts, the water flows, it never stops, nor does it begin to weep because the river doesn't understand the love, the disappointments, the joy and happiness.

Do not believe me, if I tell you I forgot you, I have your name inside my heart among our memories. Do not believe me, not even a tear run down my face from the pain of every dark evening. Do not believe me , if you see a smile on my face hiding the nights that were ours. Trust the heart that sends you waves of love, it will find a middle ground between yours and mine. Trust your heart, it beats so painfully, you will hear it, my love, it's the rhythm of the notes, the rhythm of forgiving.

I think of each passing moment, like the rain from time to time, drops of water from the sea, much rain at midnight, without time to think, or look at the clock,  without time  to see  myself in the mirror child in the rain, there is only time to sleep and dream. For the currents  of memory  to travel  through the unconscious, a journey to inner city, to that unknown part where you can not  reach  awake.  Sleep is like a train moving through the forest, a journey through dark streets, bridges and hidden corners,  dazzling mountains, a city without shadows.  It is sailing  on the open sea  and waking  before the shipwreck, it is kissing you and not feeling your lips,   caressing you and letting my fingers  slip into your fullness, embracing you  in the void of light. I like the reality of matter feeling the sweetness in your lips,  blossoming the warmth  of your skin warming me from the cold,...

Your lips are an invitation  to the sweetest of secrets, bring a lightness that dispels all fear. With your subtle touch, the proof is revealed, you taste so beautiful, a soft watercolor. Your skin shines like wax, where the bee rests its entire life. In every smile, a ray of sunshine and joy, that softens my days, filling my empty soul. Time slows when you are near me, your floral scent is always my guiding light. A golden nectar, an enchanting essence in every word your lips sing, it's not just sweetness, it's a warmth that envelops me, sunlight that imprisoned me in perfect stillness. Your pure and simple touch, your kisses taste honey, I've always said so, enchanting my mind and bringing happiness to my heart and soul.

I dream of uninterrupted caresses while I slowly touch you, because I desire you and I don't expect you to understand, I want you to feel it, I want to intermittently place my caresses on your body, to slowly write my name on your lips  accompanied with the expression I miss you. What keeps us awake? I want to do you what the rain does to your beautiful hair. In one kiss, you'll know how much I've desired you when we lost ourselves in the exciting love that tastes just like you. Because you're the coffee I love to drink every day from the same hand that is yours. Every time you come near, you warm me, and there's nothing better than being warmed by someone you desire with the same intensity, because the best desserts are savored in secret. When I'm romantic and my mind is so naughty, it's like reliving adolescence with you. But with all this great passion, I prefer to experience desire with you. Today is a day when I need your embraces because I no longer ha...

  I was a wandering wind, carrying broken dreams, alone travelling crossing mountains between long rivers. In your eyes,  I first discovered a fiery love, deep and warm,  quietly rising into a flame. Our two bodies, hungry like twin flames, at a single touch,  a single breath, we dance under the moonlight. You were the pressure  of the first moonbeam, I was a river trailing behind, yet in the silent  infinity of the sky we were always one, though the world  refused to accept it. The rhythm of your heart remains within my words, like the sudden dance  of the sudden rain  in a clear autumn sky.

There are conversations  human interactions  sometimes clear sometimes fuzzy but always noisy in my dreams. I wear many hats  star chief here  top singer there  photographer and lover all in one sleep cycle. In my dreams there is warmth and joy there is love and acceptance but in my reality  there is only silence .