by Moonlight Sonata rhythm...)
It is morning;
but it seems midnight
The only
thing I do, right now, is thinking about you
You and I or
you and me, in an imaginary world, of no reason to be…
You are
close to me, having eye contact
Like a
painter and his portrait.
Tasting your
lips, touching you slowly and gently
Here we
are, giving chances,
While the sun hides and the moon rises.
Here we go,
seeking for love,
Got to be
good and strong enough.
The world
and his lovers?
It Does not
matter; we do not go on patterns
We lost in
the woods, we get track, and we never come back.
We do not
love, we feel, still
Like loving
each other, for the rest of the field
That field,
which is infinite and strange to reveal.
It is
difficult to see, if I am asleep or awake,
But I would wait,
for my dream to brake.
By : Flavio Luna Diaz
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