we’re  average all the way
we wake up with puffy faces
sometimes we spill our coffee
on really important papers
we mix up letters on the keyboard
tripping over our own feet
way to often
it’s okay

She laughs with me,
sometimes without reason to laugh.
She withstands with me
all the days that seem rough.
She runs free with me
wherever the map will guide us.
She knows the truth
and she will speak it wisely.
She knows to survive
and stands her ground as a woman.
If she was not real
I'd make her a fantasy figure.

I wish he wasn’t

so well read
knowledgeable
the modern playwright
unpredictable
yet always presentable
the golden rescue
a voice in the wild

I wish I was

cunning, nimble
that ancient lover
impetuous, misunderstood
a lush adversary

I wish we were

the classical art

maybe the point of arriving is finding one who´s just as lost

my head is empty
i write page after page
i paint and i paint
but i cannot find sense