Ednita Nazario
Miscellaneous
Why We Talk
You tell me
I tell you
and thus begins our daily war
I arm myself with adjectives
you combine the worst of my pasts.
And I point you out
where it hurts
and I remind you of the worst of your sins
you reverse the offensive
and you shoot where you know that you do harm.
And on the battlefield
the minutes we lose remain dead
you tell me,
I tell you,
and thus ends our everyday war
this war without quarter that no one wins.
Because we talk
and we don't use that time to give each other kisses
to paint ourselves with our hands
the caresses we want
br/>and that we don't give ourselves
because we always talk
about yours and mine
about the past and the guilty
while another minute dies
because we talk.
I already told you
that it is not true
you already said that you are not what I say
no one believes
no one accepts
everyone defends their utopia
br/>and the ghost of doubt
makes its way on the frontier of the future
and the dying present
consoles itself with the little that we have left.
And I love you
br/>and you love me
but we are more idiots than sensible
and another day appears
and we are left with incurable sores
from this damned disease of talking too much .
Because we talk
and we don't use that time to give each other kisses
to paint each other with our hands
the caresses that we want
and that we don't give ourselves
because We always talk
about yours and mine
about the past and the guilty
while another minute dies
because we talk.
...while another minute dies
because we talk.