Drop after drop
the street is flooded at night
and pass in the silence heading north
floating your memory that hides.
High and silent is approaching
and it slides down my back
the moon becomes a layer
to fly following your gaze.
After the staircase of a dirty urban bridge you've gotten
you wait quietly and the red gives you a sigh
It is not easy to escape when a thousand things have been felt by my side.
And the madness of this persecution
that does not end
the wings beat flight and you can not imagine
that you are painting the air of tenderness.
I follow your flight, I'm still clinging to you
after your breath
of rose, leafless daisy
with this winged haste of desire.
On a star you pose and pretend to dodge me
but it's already late, because your footprint is on your light
You do not know that the love that despairs is something brighter.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)