Is reunion the rising sun in our eyes in the mornings,
Or were you never, oh star,
Illuminating our darkness with your sparkling dust.
Have you ever said to yourself, "I wish we had never known each other",
"I wish we had never met hundreds of times, knowingly or unknowingly", does "we" mean to you now...
I wonder about you, about me in you...
If you ask me,
I am not bad, I can say I have written ten books, I am close...
Dozens of your looks in my mind hang like paintings on the walls of my memory,
A museum of love, whenever I close my eyes, behind my eyes.
Hundreds of your words ring again and again like our voices that continue to float in space...
You have been gone for decades, my hands are empty, but,
It is better than nothing,
A dusty record player in my mind, your memories are still playing in my mind in the evenings...
Is the union with the rising sun in the mornings to our eyes,
Or should you never, never have existed, oh star, I don't know.
I am happy with my situation.
I am the abandoned cat of this pyramid grave.
The memory in my head, of your soft bed and your caring hand.
I am a street cat that never leaves the door it is placed in front of,
I never knew who is the ungrateful one of this heavenly tale,
Who is the traitor of this heaven and this unique sacred apple garden or...
16.47 z report of my feelings.
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