Drunk of Buenos Aires

Sometimes I wonder if you think of me, 

If in between sitting under the sun and getting up from the shade my name appears as a drunk of Buenos Aires. I stop in those minutes to think if there is a fleeting second where the two of us are stars destined to never cross paths. 

Its that I found a bittersweet taste at the chance that you pass through our streets and your skin burns to run away from the ghosts that still haunt the dirty corners of our minds.

Is curiosity tempting the cat, however, the years with their decades can pass, my heart can betray me two more times and my life can stop between all and me. And even then I will wonder if in a fleeting moment of oblivion you think about how is it that we are sharing the same planet. 

TA.