So I won't do it anymore
Love as poetry
which almost seems like you don't know
I here who I am and you who you are.
The leaf, the fruit, the flower the branch..
the sea that repeats "I love you".
And what is up there?
If it's not the Sun it's the Moon
I don't do it anymore.
That is, if I speak, listen to the sound
and deep down you do it
You have already done it but
you were pretending
To make sense of it to me too
br/>And the word explained itself
But the sound was already moving forward
And it insinuated itself as if
it was looking for the underside of your clothes.
To stay on you, on you.
You know this, you know it
you want to say it, but
Love is not not understanding.
You know things, I know them
but things that we know
about which we love each other
are all infidelities -
To the beautiful conversations we have
And we talk as if
Talking was loving
We talk like if
there was a meaning in us.
And we become the absurd
of two people in the world
And if we are there
It's the world that doesn't exist 'is.
Love is like the end
We know everything that is
that as in all stories
Right from the beginning it is the end.
And here there is It is
the time of sunset.
And here is the dawn,
midday.
And here is the water that flows
and shores and rhymes I'll come back
I made them for you.
It's the sound of words
It's like when I touch you
It's like when you undress
You take the dawn away from you.
It's the noon of the day
It's the red of the sunset
And you listen to the sound between us
The sound between us.
/>You take everything off
And you listen to the sound between us.
You take off your watch
and you listen to the time between us
The time between us