In the past..

I gave you, myself,

My sleepless nights,
The long rips
Of sky and stars

The sea breeze
The hot volcano lava

I was there,
Alive and true … without compromise.

now

Nothing more is needed.
Coincidences, reservations,
The traps, the doubts of those who do not believe me,

The hugs of those who trust me,

Nothing more is needed.

Written letters, images that communicate …

Everything is here .. in my hands.

Everything is away from my screen

In your eyes .. now shines .. and comes to your soul ..

If I’m lucky,

A few hours after writing it ..

 

Fragile, twisted, useless or unbelievable and unique …

I did not love you, like a romantic love movie,
And I did not love you like an unselfish lover

I loved you, as I know to love ..

I said, sorry. When I had to ..

And I expressed anger when I felt I lost you …

this is the life…

Where I ..

Not your words,

wake up in the night waiting for day arrives,

To think again

That nothing is lost,

If I’m sure you are  still in my heart.

 

You have a small part of me somewhere in your darkness,

Where the violence you are accusing me of

Will find an answer,

Not the generalties of which you are convinced,
people who have had similar experiences ..

 

But a response …

An answer to you, to your heart to which you will have to speak sooner or later ..

And one day you will understand that

 

My love, can change everything ..

Even you Marta

 

Mario