Love is not about the film
but the popcorn

Love is not about the book
but the story

Love is not about the ballet
but stepping on each other's toes

Love is not about a poem
but trying to write it

It's not the colour
Not to blame the style
The size just ideal
The balance far from hostile

So, what's the root of this frizzy spirit
no balm can calm down?

Play
overdoing
overworking
overthinking
overeating
overdrinking
­
Pause
the leftovers
of me
always lying
over here
over there

Eject*
my seat
overseas

Game over.

sweetheart
stalker
*******
with my virtuoso hand
on the mouse
i caressed
i slapped
i deleted
     ---
(you)

part of me
stands
as a stiff bust
in the center of the square
(no one cares anymore. it's been there for a long time)

part of me
dances
as a shameless plastic bag
gone with the wind
(it is disturbing. its plasticity is too mobile and *****)

rain?
yes, sunshine.