– DISTANCES –
Only your letters caress me – beautiful woman.
How could I not retain you – without passing away?
I come to listen to the silhouette left by your voice.
What do they know of distances – nothing of love.
What do they know of tenderness – and of illusion.
I come to look for documents that buy passion.
It hurts, your being hurts…
It rains, it rains on my skin.
Come drink the longing that defined us…
Only desire is illuminating – this darkness,
like that journey that glimpses – strange city. I come
to deliver the immigration papers.
Tasting the forbidden fruit – it all began with the
acrobatics of time – it’s pulled apart. All the love
promised by a kiss in the orchard.
It hurts, your being hurts…
It rains, it rains on my skin.
All the love that in the orchard a kiss promised…
