Distance is only physical

Feet, meters, kilometers, or miles... The distance is only physical. 

Every time I look at the night sky I think that if you turned your head up at the very same time, our eyes can meet. 

I want to waste time, I want to push it. 

I love waiting. As Andy Warhol says: "the idea of waiting for something makes it more exciting".

I will come to see you no matter the flood

And you will come to see me after wiping your blood. 

Over the borders I want you to smuggle

To the kingdom of white sheets for a snuggle.

I want to see you from the right angle

And my little fingers with yours to tangle. 

Elvis' voice now sings Love Me Tender

Please don't let this letter return to sender.

Miles Away

Feet, meters, kilometers, or miles,

Falling asleep under the same skies.

I doubt about the world being that huge,

When our eyes can meet in the star refuge.

We cannot collide, just like the stars,

Coming closer might even burn our eyes.

It’s the grand design, we have to surrender,

Like we did that night, do you remember?

When we watched for hours the sky so empty,

All the stars gone, though there were plenty.

Maybe they all just burst and fell down,

Lightning the bulbs of this beautiful town.

Under cover of the night I want to dance,

Embracing the moment of sweet romance.

I’m a bride of the woods, be my groom

And don’t let your sun become my moon.

Time is just an illusion I want to waste

And live like Kafka did in that special place,

Where time was not factor at all

Hours and days counted by the rainfall.

I lay on the ground few minutes after,

Dressed in white skin and my laughter.

Holding wet soil in my hands in bliss

The scent of your skin I will not miss.

Like Jean-Baptiste I want it to conserve

Unlike him your life I’m going to preserve

And a divine fragrance of you to make

The spell of long distance between us will break. 

From me..

..to you.