And you and i

 

Lying in the present, wet eyes, her mouth bitter that no tea has sweetened.

The tablets taken. Life taken. Dreams swallowed with tea. And hope, along with bitterness, inside my chest, to impregnate me again and again, the heart. The soon was the promise that didn't work, a child who waited for the pumpkin to turn into a carriage. And that she woke up on the other side of being an adult, with white hair, dressed in wrinkles, but who refused the sorrows. I don't want the hurts, I still refuse to digest the no, just like the never again. Inside me it was forever. That would be the case. And I dedicated to myself the voice of Jon, the soon I had heard over and over again, wearing out, decomposing the lyrics and chords, dismantling everything, now from the beginning, again, rewind, please. And she was generous with me. Yes, imagination is a toll-free highway, where we enter without a destination and build countries and accommodations, adventures that are not fulfilled, except there, where there are no forbidden meanings. And it never didn't exist. Except to see your chest facing me, your eyes that here, on this highway, do not flee, do not deny, do not run everywhere, fleeing mine. Neither the mouth nor the smile, nothing escapes here. I enter it, and it is no longer asphalt, but basalt and cliffs, a sky torn with blue and white, a sun framing the tree in front of it. And I remove my sunglasses, and on any part of the path, you are, you are always here, here, without impossibilities, without obstacles, without improvisations, without conjectures and without others who remind me that in the existing reality, at the moment I write, I do not reach you, I do not touch you, I cannot kiss you, but here within this scenario there are never and no impossibilities. And finally, there is nothing else, there is everything. That's why I live here, where I have you without clocks, or human calendars, without mind games or aesthetic filters, here you are where you've always been, where your smell keeps guiding me. And you spent the night with me, in it. And the doubts dissipated, there were no questions, just that smile, those uneven eyes, just the delight of feeling you by my side, your hand, your arm and that caress that I miss so much. You were here all night today. Not your body, but you. Entire. And I listen to it again and you and i. To appease me before all the wars come, before all the lies unravel what drove you away from me, before the final robbery, before everything and the rest, the music working as an ally in the therapy of the love I have for you, opening lotus for another cold, humid and hellish day. They think they deceive me. And I pretend that it is. All the lies will fall, those of '97, those of 2008, those of 2012 and those of 2015. Everything will be broken in this veil of God, through the voice of Jon, A man conceived a moment's answer to the dream and goes on, and so on, and you and i, and you and I climb, crossing the shapes of the morning, and you and I reach over the sun for the river, and you and I climb,  clearer towards the movement, and you and I called over valleys of endless seas, and I continue and go to soon, soon oh soon the light, pass within and soothe the endless night and wait here for you, our reason to be here. I know it's the dream, tell me I'm dreaming, because when I wake up, two tears run down my cheek, the hand held on my forehead that tries to eliminate the darkness that was left in the baby, I'm going to leave you, what the hell would a jockey confuse two crucial moments, Led Zeppelin and Yes, with opposite messages? And I feel that perhaps this was, after all, the message that one of us sent to the other. A time bubble burst on my face. And I compose, accidentally, the chords that I will leave for you to play on the d-day of the match, without equal. Am I going to leave without being able to see you again? Neptune gets involved in the prophecies, between my fear and the love I have for you. Perhaps you feel mercy, after all, for this one who loved you so much and whatever you wanted to tell me, spare yourself my love, I will not come back!

My love, the corpses should be like the damned, a last wish, to keep them, to console them on the journey, on the final journey. It hasn't arrived yet. Soon, oh soon, the light!