From the calendar sheets
Even if we never meet
because you are you ... and I am me,
because we probably don't trust everyone
or autumn is just coming too fast Even then I have you in an insomnia
where you are you and I am me
where words are easy to share
because we are on the same side.
And there we will learn to live
to drink apple-flavored wine
and lie in the green under the white clouds
.. do you feel the taste of my kiss
Do you smell Sundays smelling like summer?
from quiet shadows to quiet evenings
yes, there's something damn crazy, like a spell,
which weighs there, thirsting until dusk.
Is it close, .. or far
it hasn't mattered to me in a long time
because more than today, I can't live
and more than these "yours, my words."
And I know that words sprout in the soul
and take root, change everything tomorrow
but the important thing is to say to ourselves, we were love, we were,
and everything else seemed to have already happened.
Marty2020