your lighter is still on my table
because you forgot it when you left
my clothes are still on the floor
because I didn't bother to put it back on
your scent is still in my sheets
therefore I haven't left my bed for three days
Here I am reminded of the
endless amounts of cigarettes we smoked
when my hair tickled your bare skin
and your lips were buried in my neck
your eyes spoke words of certainty
and your hands told stories from
far away countries
where lovers died young
our souls silently entwined
and our naked bodies fused together
you tasted like sunshine
and you told me I felt like spring




to P.L

I was in love with everyone
I looked for you in everyone
I wrote myself long letters
to remind myself
why you didn't love me
You were in the snow
and in the shadow of my lamp
You were in the notes
of the music you played
You were in the smoke
from my cigaret
You saw me as I was
but in brief seconds
Your profile and your height
Would fit perfectly in my bed
Here I could worship you
naked and devoted
but in brief seconds




to P.L

An eternal hope of
reconciliation
Recreated in a dream
where only you live
and I humbly try
to make you
everlasting

Here, I am reborn
on your tongue
where I live isolated
between your words
Both the good ones
and the bad ones
Here, I am safe

When I'm about to die
I will escape
to your nose
And feel a breathing
I myself, don't possess
nor understands

When I am dead and gone
I want to be buried
in your eyes
So that the ugliness you see
Can be buried with me
And beauty bloom
from my body





to P.L

One day I will wake up
In a bed
In a house
Near the forrest
Near the water
One day I will wake up
With you by my side
You will smile at me
Kiss me
Make me breakfast
Play with our children
Laugh at my clumsiness
Hold my hand while we watch tv
Put our children to bed
Sing them lullabies
Kiss me goodnight
And tell me endless stories
That I will giggle at
You will hold me
Till I fall asleep
You will smell my hair
And feel like
The luckiest man in the world
But until that day
I will wait for you to realize
That I can make you
The luckiest man in the world





to P.L

Another night where I am drunk
and missing you
With wine on my tongue
And broken cigarettes in my hand
I keep myself awake to see you come home
I keep myself sober to kiss you properly
I keep myself warm to hold you all night
You never came
You didn't come yesterday
and you won't come tomorrow
And suddenly all days become days
where I taste like wine
and where I miss you





to P.L

It is most beautiful to live in the night
No light points at the differences
No eyes sees the flaws
You and I melt together
While the clock strikes 3
And I light my last cigarette
Here, it is most beautiful to live
Here, lives only our moment
With the moon and the stars as our witnesses.





to P.L