I love it when you arrive with the smell of flowers and the eyes of desire. Every game is beautiful because I know it after you come back. Today you are free, but another freedom, a freedom that has you as accomplices, lovers and owners of nothing, you come and I become an idiot, I love your voice that calms me, that touches the soul without saying much, you can define me with your eyes, understand my pain or my joy, without x-rays or too many worries, you understand that my squares are not perfect , my circles don’t make sense.
I am lucky to have found you, to understand your games and to be surprised by your arrivals, your different smile in each one of them, your sweet gaze that erases my sadness and renews my hope.
- It’s hard to think of me without you.
- They’ve already said that we look like one.
- Not because we’re complete.
- But that we add up so much.
- That we come in equal numbers.
I let you go, you leave me here and, without getting lost, we continue together in complicity, understanding, love, freedom allowed in desire.
I think every love should be like this, my pretence of thinking that our love is the right way to love, but I think, I think you and I are the perfect formula for the union of two different circles that have become one and multiply. Multiplies.
Today it’s nice, there’s a kid talking on the street, there’s music on the radio, there’s love on the soap opera and Hail Mary at six o’clock in the afternoon and you’re not coming, you’ve already warned me. . I miss him, I drink a glass of wine, I listen to the music of the record player, a smell comes from the memory of that day when we ran in the rain and laughed at my clumsy way of running. You. Today was his day to arrive and he didn’t come, he didn’t smile out the door, he didn’t smell the flowers, he didn’t even have a smile in his eyes, today it’s just me. I love being with me so much, I’d like you to be here listening to this song and smiling aside for my strange taste for Mbp, so you were going to tell me a story about a constellation or a real World War II character. , I’m tired of listening, roll my eyes with my impatience and the rest comes.
And if you leave, I feel the pain of desire. Now I just think you can’t go, we’re beautiful together and I love you very much. I promised not to interfere with your will, as you would not interfere with mine, but today I would like an intervention that would make you stay forever, without rivalry and without freedom, just you and me here, with whatever I want. Maybe you and I are no longer us, it’s like wanting to rip a flower out of the garden or cut off a canary’s wings, so I take a deep breath and agree with this absurd idea of letting life decide, don’t you.
Fear scares me and makes me want to run away, it leads me to a useless fight and when the phone rings I answer it angrily, on the other hand, you say that you are coming tomorrow, I regain calm and not be more impulsive, I tell you not to come , I need to understand myself a little more, I need to regain balance, and even contradict every cell of my body that dreamed of yours, when I arrive my voice is firm and strong saying that I must be alone!
I am fortunate to have you, that you do not understand any of my signs or understand so perfectly that you prefer to go against my desires, so today you arrived, you looked at me by the slit of the door, your smile had a name and your gaze was light, you put your hand on your lap and asked me for one, always awkwardly, one forever free by your side.