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N G R
How was your day*
Are you thinking and looking at me'
Your eyes on the book...
What are they doing' Looking to who on that way'
Are you feeling for me'
Yes, I´m kissing your arse.
Thank you.
EVA
Nervous
That stone there, is it where our love drunkenness drinks and tastes life pleasures and delights'
Is it just an imaginary stone that my eyes see' A stone without time, without moment and an empty space of our love'
A stone, a time and a space without being and thought. Without feelings, without any sense and path.
It doesn't make any sense to me, I think to you, the reason why you are there, lying in a forest of green grass. Reminding something, saying, telling anything to me'
There like a stone, are you trying to make me jealouse'
Well, I'm jealous, seeing you there, in your greeness memories, me, your memories, having some lonely and quite time, without shrinking, moaning, screaming and shaking makes me jealous of you. Seeing me here, doing nothing, there's nothing I can do but so much I would like to do with you.
The emptyness of our love, an emptyness that travels through an infinite space, an emptyness that makes me being nothing in you. That doesn't touch you, doesn't make you feel me, is my grave.
Time doesn't say anything to me, neither the stone in the middle of the road, you, my friend, my love, pleasure of my life, my being, the reason, my being and life in this so short life. You are the one that I want to be with, that I want to talk too, to caress, touch and kiss in my grave.
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