Now that we kiss, so slowly
Now that I'm learning dances, of living,
Now...
that a pension is a palace
where space is never lacking,
for more, of a heart.
Now, that the florists greet me
Now that I'm a doctor in lingerie,
Now...
I undress you and you undress me
and in the season of doubts
A commuter train dies.
Now that we stay in bed
Monday Tuesday and holidays to keep,
Now, I do not remember the pajama
I do not cut the crossword, nor kill me, if you leave.
Now, that I have a soul that I did not have
now that palms sound, for joys
now, that nothing is sacred, nor about
wet, it's still raining.
Now that we make waves for annoying
Now, that is so lonely, loneliness
now that all the stories seem
the story, from Never Start.
Now that we put another one and that is due
now that the world is freshly painted
Now...
that the storms are so brief,
and the duels do not dare,
To hurt too much.
Now that oblivion is so far away
now that I perfume myself, every day
Now...
That Without Knowledge, We Have Known,
To love ourselves as it is due;
Without Querenos Still.
Now that the weeks are run over,
fleeting, like stars of Bagdag
now that almost always, I feel like
to climb your window, and remove my mask.
Now, that the senses, feel without fear
Now, I say goodbye, but I'm staying
Now, they touch the eyes, they look at the mouths
that scream the fingers.
Now, there are no vaccines, no litanies
Now that he's on the moon, the police
now that the cars are exploding,
That I dream at night, that I sleep during the day.
Now that I do not write to you, when I leave
Now, that I am more alive, than I am
now that nothing is urgent, that everything is present
that there is bread for today.
Now, I do not ask you, what you give me
Now that I do not measure with others.
Now that all the stories
They seem like the never ending story.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)