Amor Segunda Parte

I never talked about Love and I will never do because It does not exist. Maybe we can find something alike, but not exactly. Phenomena of your mind. That's what it is.

Those who don't believe in it seem to be the hopeless kind. Sorry, but... get a life.

Poem for Ray Bradbury

In a spaceship I am.
With nothing in between.
No moons nor stars. No cities nor nature.

Just darkness.

In which people are only ethereal beings
That only live in my head.
Why should I care who I was before
Or where am I heading?

When there is "no particular night or morning"

We're Gone

Fragile Seams
We have gone away
From this pristine place

I swear I had followed you,
but now we're lost
again.

Come back to me...

I feel so as a machine
In yourself, as we walk
And then, you ask me to come back
My friend, I'm afraid, to say
We're gone.

I failed in my attempt to
wash your brain.
I don't mind.
I won't disappear for a while
Let's go away, let's say we're gone.
Oh no, you're wrong,
That's a bad thing to do, I don't mind what they say.
Oh no, we need to go away, and again, again,
tell them We are Gone
away.