all there is
the next thing that happens
she smiles to herself
`bout her loves and detachments
one this way
at that end
one that way
tommorrow
i´ll need so much more
time to spend in a hurry
i need many more things to touch
to devour
i want to be selfish like you
in the morning
i want to be free from the weeping
the sorrow
believe it or not
i feel like a god
not one single moment to waste
not a second
and then she fell silent
to hear herself breathing
ear
drums
in temples
alone
i was sleeping
she kissed me to wake me
to ask me to hold her
i wonder