jueves, 7 de enero de 2010

A beautiful sandness



Shacking my body until it comes empty,
throughing away the last saliva I still have
and in this emptiness theres something yet,
your blue eyes at the R.E.M session, moving blindly in your beautiful sadness.
Frustrated body, walking in an unknowing city,
blurring in a not controlled language that design the space between you and me.
And again the same blue eyes from their beautiful sadness looking for a sense in this mess.
A beautiful sadness where you live in
and you invited me asking me to let you be in.
A beautiful sadness that involves us,
a beautiful sadness to struggle day by day.
A beautiful sadness in your eyes.

When the box -with all the kisses I wanted to gave you and I didn't- explotes I dont know where you will be, maybe in your beautiful sadness.
I respect the limits of your distance but at the same time I tried to conquer the borders of your beatiful sadness.
Two stars in differents universes looking for each other, with no rational reason, looking for each other between the beautiful sadness.
Blue eyes looking for a sense.
Every piece of my hair becomes a knife,
the bed is just a dessert where your beautiful sadness lays on.
Growing up fears from your breathe out air to my breathe in.

I learned how to clean my injuries,
I learned how to cry and smile at the same time the odd days of a week,
I learned how to come up from the empty swimming pools; so don´t worry and guide me into your beautiful sadness.
So take my fingers and guide me in your beautiful sadness to find the sense in this apparently no sense.
I don´t know how to named you not even in what language.
I would like to be brave enought to call you unless I´m fearful that my voice will be just a losted "cheap eccho" in your beautiful sadness.
A beautiful sadness that attracks me as anyone before did it.
At least, real smiles, true deep kisses in a beautiful sadness.
At the end shadows desires that will stay in your beautiful sadness forever.

Will we ever be able to describe that beautiful sadness?
We never let us develop our feelings in this beautiful sadness that was tape to us.
We never were brave enought to face this beautiful sadness.


glo.
Foto:"El cielo de Belgrado".Glo.