GabyMorello

See you laugh touch you with my hands live with you one day a year three weeks share the serious life the sweet life with you find you in bed dress you in the bedroom smell the alcohol smoke sweat in summer or in love close your distracted eyes.

Moons, ivory, instruments, roses, lamps and the Dürer line, the nine digits and the changing zero, I must pretend that these things exist. I must pretend that they were once Persepolis and Rome and that a subtle sand measured the fate of the niche that the centuries of iron destroyed. I must fake the weapons and the stake of the epic and the heavy seas that eat the pillars of the earth. I must pretend that there are others. it's a lie. There's only you. You, my misfortune and my happiness, inexhaustible and pure

Your hands are my caress, my daily accords, I love you because your hands work for justice. If I love you, it is because you are my love, my accomplice and everything and in the street, side by side, we are much more than two. Your eyes are my spell against bad days, I love you for your gaze that sees and sows the future. Your mouth that is yours and mine, your mouth is not mistaken, I love you because your mouth knows how to scream rebellion.

I was already taking leave.. and throbbing, close to my lips, your red lips, "Tomorrow", you murmured; I looked you in the eyes for a moment and you closed your eyes without thinking and I gave you the first kiss: I raised my forehead, illuminated by my certain happiness. I went out into the street, delighted, while you stood at the door, staring at me, radiant and smiling. I turned, sweet and delighted, and without even ceasing to look at you, I jumped into a tram that was passing at full speed; and I stood there looking at you for a moment, smiling with all my soul, and I smiled even more at you... And in the tram, to an impatient, sarcastic and curious man, who was looking at us both with irony, I said with joy: "Excuse me, sir, for this joy ».

It's not that I'm dying of love, I'm dying of you. I'm dying of you, my love, my love for you, my urgent need for your skin, my soul, you and my mouth, and the unbearable I am without you. I die of you and me, I die of both, of us, of that one, torn, broken, I die, I die to you, we die.. We die in my room where I am alone, in my bed where you are missing, in the street where my arm is empty, in the cinema and in the parks, in the trams, in the places where my shoulder is accustomed to your head and my hand to your hand and where everything in you, I know you as myself.

I sing what you loved, my life, in case you would approach and listen, my life, in case you would remember the world in which you lived, in the twilight, I sing, my shadow. I don't want to be silent, my life. How would you find me without my faithful cry? What sign, what sign designates me, my life? I'm the same that was yours, my life. Not slow, not forgotten, not lost. Come in the twilight, my life; come remembering a song, my life, if you recognize the song you have learned and if you still remember my name. I'm waiting for you without delay or time. Fear not the night, nor the fog, nor the rain. Come with or without path. Call me where you are, my soul, and walk straight to me, my companion.

Sometimes, I want to be mellow to say: "I love you madly. » Sometimes I want to be stupid to scream: « I love you so much! » Sometimes I want to be a child to cry hugged against your chest. Sometimes, I want to be dead to feel, under the moist soil of my juices, that a flower grows in me, breaking my chest, a flower, and say: This flower, for you.

You are my sun, my moon, the star that guides me, the reason for my calm and my waiting, in your eyes, I find everything I look for, in your laughter, I find a deep refuge. Every day with you is a dream, my love for you knows no barriers or doors, I carry you in my soul, in every thought, in every heartbeat, in every feeling.