noviembre 12, 2010

Letter to you...

How not get lost ..
I think it´s alreday known, always
dive by myself some night,
and some ears
only remember the echoes of the touching ...
Inner life essences
in jars of death
Conditions turned into curses
maybe curses are salvation ..
Loving now
is kissing tomorrow.
Waiting is time,
willing is a partner.
If you come I´ll be there
if you go I will get there
I hear your lips move
it´s not words, it´s looks ....
it´s hearts´windows ..
The train of 2046 is on its´way ...
I wrote you this, many years ago
and I'm now getting there.
I wrote this many years ago,
what you read are not love words,
it´s passion.
If this is not making love, 
God, come and put a fuckin´condom on me
How wise the land and the water are,
that from shit they make flowers.