feed me dreams, my love
speak to me about happiness
then send me away to "put my house in order"
(as dying Pushkin said)
who am I ?
when do I laugh? did I forgive myself ?
my eyes borrowing the color of infinite desire
to be with you at the end of every day
tell me what do you see when I'm hurt
when I'm inhabited by everything but faith
look again. can we escape?
we came to life to bargain endlessly
to never win
this sky hosts only echoes
and death
- an insult to each promised love
