PACIFICO
Miscellaneous
My Words
Album: Pacifico (2002)
My words are stones, precise and sharp,
ready to throw,
on vulnerable and defenseless faces,
they are suspended clouds, swollen with implications,
which light up infinite expectations in the eyes
they are precious, unforgotten drops,
long longed for and then sipped,
/>they are fiery arrows
that the wind or luck can direct
They are lightning inside a well, dark and abandoned,
a deaf and silent face that love has illuminated,
/>they are fallen leaves, owed promises,
may time forgive you for having pronounced them
they are discordant notes, which fell on the paper by mistake,
traced and then forgotten,
the words what I said, or thought I was saying,
I admit it
gripped between my teeth,
past, recurrent,
unexpected, felt or dreamed...
The my words are somersaults, snowballs in the sun,
rockets glowing before exploding,
they are toys and mosquitoes, sand to pile up,
small prohibitions to disobey,
they are gone to sleep, surprised by a deep pain
that I can't explain
they do as they please, they get lost in the dark
and then continue
These are endless nights, bursts of laughter,
faces overexposed due to too much sun,
these are the words,
sweet or resentful, full of respect or indecorous
They are my father and my mother,
a kiss each before sleep another before leaving,
the words I said, and who knows how many more
are to come...
gripped between the teeth
spare those present,
imagine, feel or dream,
swords, slashes,
in the dark sigh, forgive,
from a palm blow

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