Evaporated in a red cloud
embrasures of the night
With a little need for love and affection
Too much "If you love me you have to cry"
someone to reciprocate,
worth it to enjoy your summer evenings
simple "I remember":
watch you rent a kilogram of grass
retired peasants and their women
liberally gift oceans
waves to the sailors on duty
Until I could discover your hiding places one by one
Without regretting my credulity:
Because even since the first trench
curious than you
curious than you.
suspended among your "How are you?"s
Astonished by less common and crueler phrases
"friend, my fragile friend,
If you want I can take care of you one hour each month"
"Do you know I lost two children?"
"you're a pretty distracted woman"
still killed by your courtesy
when one of my dreams
second row dancer
swinging for some unknown future
present of huge breasts
recent C-section
thought it's beautiful that where my fingers end
guitar might begin, in some way.
And then sit down amongst your "goodbyes"
tired than you
tired than you
could tease the trousers of the unknown woman
Until I saw her mouth drop wide open
could ask any of my children
again negatively and loudly about me
could barter my guitar and his helm
wooden box saying "We will lose".
could ask you what's the name of your dog
Mine's been called Free for a while now.
could hire a cannibal a day
teach me my distance from the stars
I could go through liters and liters of coral
reach a place called "Goodbye".
never crossed my mind
drunker than you
drunker than you