I will never write about us, but never
in the past tense!
You and I are breathing
with the same short breaths now,
tomorrow does not exist for us
And it doesn’t bring change …
Please don’t tell me anything but fairy tales
before bed, you and I are created
for an endless journey
space open
lungs, free …
There is no future for me, I know
that all I am is a moment of light,
where it already stands carved for me, a
you stay goodbye, good luck
her And tenderly loved.
In a city of shady streets and sunny squares
love must come to life no matter how many times
died, she is the only one further away from me
that smell of anticipation of the night while
bloodless along the coast I float …
I would tell you — take me away! Take me to the club
to play until dawn like I used to
danced, although I had a little “but”
numbs all the senses and I know it is
near where I fell asleep.
I’m still waiting for you on the other side of the mountain
whose top we have conquered, and I do not remember the hour
crack formation …
Only one more
I hear your voice telling me fairy tales
and as if whispering my name …
I’m sending you birds with a breath of wind in their wings
in their beaks they carry letters, in each
I love you with a rare message
I swear don’t blame me
for the dreams of a woman who dared not dream
but she did not resist in the passing song
nightingale duration hope…
I’m sorry and don’t look at the little house anymore
at the end of the world, towards the window, the face where the little one
the candle burns while the clock in the square
reports that it stopped at midnight …
I descend from the mountain by a spring, I become a spring,
I know that water is imperceptible to everyone
while the thirsty are missing, and I am
I don’t want to quench my thirst
no memories; because
let me flow on
to the end-alone.
But a little more,
until the midnight ballad subsides
tell me the last fairy tale
which you remember, put me to sleep
story about us…
(22.o6 2o21) Kampala
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