inside that dream that i do not wish to wake up again

i will speak simply.
i do not have to speak more.
perhaps, it is this silence that
speaks with more wisdom now.
words sleep, and dream,
inside those dreams
i never hear myself speak.
everything there is
an agreement to all that you
are doing to me
and to all that i do to you
sweet, so sweet
that i do not desire to wake up
again
it is where i am perfected
where what i deeply wish
is granted
there is only you and me,
no one sees and no one talks
no judgments
no nothing.

freedom to move in opposite directions

we need space
we are the free souls
every wall is a choking hand
we find it hard to breathe
we have been these two parallel lines
we converge and make outbursts of joys
we soon get tired
joys are boring too
we know it
we need space
we go in opposite directions now
trying to see what is there
in the world where we both do not live
i do not think of coming back
i think you think the same way
we are happier now
moving to another journey
we are not hurt
neither do we fear
the strangeness of freedom

self-discovery

life is only in the doing
those very unimportant matters
(shall i enumerate them?
they are not of your liking
you who love
highlights
fireworks
and what is on top
of the building
beside the
starry skies)

i do now the most simple
things: sleep, sit, stand
sit back, sleep again
walk, talk to you,
cook and eat
and defecate,

there is no more ambition
nothing of those
fame getting stuff

i just discovered it.
Less is more
Simplicity is beauty
Life is just a moment.

exploration

i explore
my own ocean alone
find some fountains
and hills without
paths yet

i cut no grass
i bring no sharpness
i pass this way and
never come back

do i know where to go really?
i don't.

our secret....

we can see them
climb the stairs we are on the ground
with the grass
we shall share the excitement of
the beginners
we pretend we have not gone there
we shall not tell them
what we found.

stages of discovery

soon the walls are no longer working,
the stairs are not worth the climb,
the skin no longer holds this flesh,
at first, you are naked and beautiful,
then you become those ugly bones,
and then you are gone
the place is without any mist
there is no air, and then
what irony is this, we are both complete
and happier, in this newly found
emptiness.