Today I felt like it, not the muses
today I have no excuses or excuses to sing to you
to write you a verse and pick up from here
until the desire of the morning already to come.
Today first of the second of the year
while this woman breaks the space to finally invent
to look at it all in silence and in profile
I take their hands as a stage to exist.
And it does not matter what they say
that is trite
talk about love they curse
if you have not tried
the night in his arms of the sun.
The clock stops on us
the ten that slide down his shoulders fall and the light sneaks
that is entangled in your hair but you release it
gold and diamond for a moment of blue tone
Only among all we can make this a better place :)