
Words. Precious gold around you. They become sounds. Pictures. They carry. Caress. They punish. They are staged there. Before and after. They witness your moment. They are unperturbed. Faithful. The objects of desire for him. He is hunched over them. Small and large signs of him. Revives his trace.

Bubblegum. You left your scent in life. A lady. All the voices in your eyes. Countless words. A companionship. Quiet. Even at the end. How are these souls rewarded? Full o love. Handing out. Haunt the post. Without the beloved snout poking. The hour. The life. A gentle caress. Affectionate hug. Willing. A madam. Pretty. Sweet eyes conquered. Present. Silently screams her love. That never skimped it. The pain is a shadow. Your scent did not go Bubblegum. Even when you left.

Each weekend is a ghetto. You are seeking to belong somewhere. You meet. Your own routine. A welcoming loneliness.
Games. Without guilt. You dive into them.
You accompany. You fell glad.
Islets of time. Growing life.
To hurt. Not to be redeemed by sleep.
To fight with the waves.The high waves are like the bad thoughts. They plunge you.
Your breath shortens. You're drowning. Little by litle. No you do not give up. Persistence. In an orphan life.
Keeping your fingers. Looking for knowing the geography. On her.

You overtake. What a word. Like the images printed in a white shirt. It imprints on everywhere. The words came out. Like the waves hit the lifted shore. They didn't travell. They fizzle in their own arms. Once.
The flame is stubborn. It swallowed your garden.

Time builds measures. A distance from the station. A silent litany memory. The tide swells. Wets the border thw you fix. It brings you back. You lose your counting. The desire stands surrendered. A star. Shines. Like a crown in time.