irrationality is
beautiful
too beautiful
that others speak about it
as usual
what they do not understand
they love
it does not hurt them
it makes their mind move
into places where they have never
been too
and that is pretty interesting
words that do not connect
like a bridge to another island
phrases that do not make sense
but create that feeling that something
mysterious is going on
images of rain from the sky
to the roof
stones on the pavements
erased footprints
in that room where lights are
turned off
two people make love
exploring what their bodies can
give to the
stolen moments
hearts crushed like ice
fires of jealousy consuming a forest of dreams
memories that break
like glass houses hit by a flood of stones
sins like chocolate cakes
pleasing our sweet teeth
houses that burn
all day
and as usual there are no firemen coming
this i remember from her
who had long traveled to another country
and had never returned
scattered dreams all over the world
changing landscapes
funerals and births
secret admirers and loves that open and close
like fingers of a child
the moon watches intently
and still has no word for all these.
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