It's midnight once more

and all my anguish comes out to riff. 

I should close my eyelids and deny all that I know,

that is a maze of smoke.

But the voice is seductive,

as it has the sound of everything I once adored.

And it's midnight again

although it really is Jesus' hour.

I should have my nightmares in the peace of a bed made of needles

however, my eyes drown in all the scenarios that are my fingers catching the wind

Logic develops its case with conviction

and I am a warrior promised victory

but I am a victim reliving torture.

Ta.

Worse than first love?

Yes, unrequited love

He was all the hollow words in the dictionary and I was all the hidden despair.

He was wounds and I was alcohol without disinfection

He was the start of all winter and I was the fifth season

He made me understand the Beatles backwards

And every end began with his pain.

We weren't the bet on him but we were the bet on me.

And we were not the first united

But my heart didn't care.

Because he was Sunday laughter that raised my pen and I was a competition that he liked to forget.

We were not church

We were not a soccer field

We were maybe kindergarten

And there is much worse than first love

But nothing worse than almost love.

Ta.

Money moves the world

they are parts of murdered trees

that empower abusers

people shout injustice

while all difference grows

because everything here is money

Do you want to love? Pay

Do you want to study? Pay

Do you want to live? Pay

And it's stupid

a circus and bread of paying so that they can continue to scam us

and always demanding a little more

until only our bones are left to sell

 

Ta.

The screen is cold

while my  arms are warm and long to hold you

Your smile is lost in the delay of information and my heart turns purple in the loss of the sound of your voice.

And the distance doesn't hurt me as much as the missing of our time.

I feel like the seconds hand wanting to catch and get ahead of your moments but you are the minutes and you keep escaping me.

And there will never be a sound or screen that could give me the company that was you and I sitting in the square enjoying the leaves falling around us.

 

Ta.

 

I'm addicted to love

I love always stumbling over the same mistakes

of giving desperate kisses

and hugs that are a boa.

And I love love,

because how not to talk about the exquisiteness that is that pain that collapses nations.

And there is no recovery for me who loves to proclaim that his first torture of distraction is the way the blush travels through your skin when the world lays its eyes on you.

And I was never attracted to the delicate

always so fragile

and thirsty for a love that protects them.

My love is hurricane and destruction,

is a kidnapper and a murderer.

and it's also,

the burning that your beauty leaves in my fingers every time I dare to call you by your name.

And I am a prophet of love because there is no better selfishness than the destruction of two hearts.

Ta.

what shame love brings

one goes with his soul bleeding asking for someone to accept him

but the problem is that everyone already found what they were looking for

and you are left alone in the game of chairs

and it's a shame that one can never escape if one is a dark romantic who only seeks to destroy what he kisses

and I can keep throwing myself off cliffs for having someone to write about

But I can't keep rushing if my heart never returns

 

Ta.