Proposals

Proposals

Life Sometimes proposes others to dream, 

and I don't want them.

And even, 

if our reasons separate us and give reasons not to sing, 

I see no more than your eyes when dreaming.

Even if we live this love as an abstract art, 

like an unreality, 

like a surreal painting of Burgundy and litmus colors.

Even if sometimes we pretend to believe it's true and it's as imaginary as the bottom of the sea we've never seen.

It will only be like living it a little in this short reality.

And even if we keep our warm hugs, 

even if the end comes a little soon, 

I would have chosen to live it the same, 

just to have been loved by your skin and your illusion

We will have loved for the beautiful of this love, 

no words, 

no guards, 

with everything but without anything, 

with letters and with words, 

with ink of the heart and pentagrams.

Others to dream

I do not want

There will never be.