Declaración de amor V

Allá donde miro, veo tus ojos. Tal como dice tu canción.
Sueño que me has dejado rastrojos de tus aperitivos favoritos en el sofá.
Sé que has pasado por aquí. Pero cuando yo paso, ya nunca estás.
Y sé que lees de vez en cuando estas chorradas esperando verte. Aquí te has.

Pienso qué es lo que te gustaría saber, exactamente,
dado que esta es la única vía de comunicación que nos das.
¿Que me acuerdo de ti? ¡Y no me iba a acordar!
¿Que si pienso en ti? ¡Tú me dirás!
¿Que si me va bien? Me va regular.

Que si todavía te quiero.
Fijo que hoy la ponen en la radio otra vez más.

A dream

Deep in my closet, in the dark;
you'll maybe have to walk inside,
I have one magical milk glass
that never spoils nor ever dries.

In fact sometimes I feel it's poured,
so timidly, a bit more white.
It's mostly empty, yet it stands
as fresh as sand kissed by the tide.

I wonder how its magic works.
Is it desire? Is it remorse?
Is it maybe a mix of both?
I'm so afraid to taste by nose.

Afraid of poison striking me,
afraid of it being elixir.
Afraid of magic since I am
a simple woman as can be.

But glossy glass whispers to me
when it is quietest, suddenly,
you know, you're extraordinary.
The best thing happened to me.

Each morning, when I go to sleep
as milk is spilling through the sky,
I have the same one dream, a dream,
of a glass full, overflowing,
soaking my clothes, painting the floor,
and leaving droplets on my skin,
and then my only wish, a wish...
I hope there's something left to drink.

Gone

(23/07/2018)

Laces are undone.
You're finally gone,
finally gone,
finally far!

I can't see you no more,
the pictures are burnt.

You could look for me,
but I won't be recognisable.

I'm lost forever in the crowd.
Just another NPC in town.