it is possible to cry without tears
and love without condition

it is possible to live a life interested in everything
and devoted to nothing

it is possible to cling passionately unto the comfort of your words
just as it is to decay my existence upon the silk sheets of your bed

it is possible to wound without beating
and mend myself partial with solitude and sadness

there is a possibility
of a million lovers
in my head

there is a possibility
of two lovers
in my heart