I always wanted
write poems to a woman
from those
that tattoo the heart without tears
I always wanted to write you poems
looking into your eyes
without telling you anything
to melt the bodies
the stories
not written on fridays
God wanted to create you on a day like today
no matter what my eyes
crystallize the way
in the shipwreck where I sail
I sail
ironic way of believing myself alive
My eyes
crystallize the path where I shipwrecked
the seas do not exist
rivers don't exist
heaven does not exist
clouds
where you hung poems
they do not exist
the poems
where you hung clouds
they break my tracks
on the shadow of your image
your image
that image
that can't let me breathe
that can't let me die
Castaway I'm from nowhere
Trying to survive
drowning in my tears in vain
You decide to wait for Friday
with your illuminating smile
that corridor between stands
to remind me that I don't exist
It doesn't matter
I always wanted
write poems to a woman