It is said about you
that you want to make a living of me.
I think about you
that perhaps it is better that you continue there,
playing at being able to dream.
/>Perhaps it is better
that you remain like this: distant, unreal.
It has always been difficult for me
to continue a dream after I have been able to realize it.
Maybe I'm difficult and I don't know it
and you discover it and it hurts later.
Maybe you can't stand my long pace,
my thirst insatiable and my eyes without eyelids.
Today dreams stop at the edge of me
and do not continue inside,
fearing they can be achieved.
Perhaps it is One of the two is very young,
or someone arrived late and was not warned.
Perhaps the best thing is not to even find out,
lest this attempt at love is nothing.
They think of you
that maybe you are good, maybe you are bad.
It is scary to know
that, in the end, love tells us by signs
that there is a time when try to speak.
It's scary to fear,
it's scary to be able to be born again.
It's scary to know from a woman
that the end is beginning,
your own final.