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 invent at last
to look at it all in silence and in profile
I take his 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 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 diamonds
for a moment of blue tone
And it does not matter what they say ...
Only among all we can make this a better place :)