You told me that life would be so much more
if I weren't so blue. 

Then you touched me,
and we were slowly embraced
by an enthralling lilac sky with all of its hues.
With you, life indeed became beautiful and true. 


But darling, you didn't tell me that even the beauty has its due.
You didn't tell me that the sun would go down
dragging you. 

.

Cyan tides meet yellow ashes
red sunset darkens
firm land's flashes.

some days the sunset is permanent, it's foreseeable.
it's all soiled with a deep amber, the skies, the pink walls,
the long shadows on the ground.
city smells in the air, soft bergamot scent from his black hair,
november rain.

in those days you are bereft, it's foreseeable.
love is remembered and withered, out of the scene, and tears are no more.
his trembling sigh a lament,
your hot tears a passion so fervent,
your doleful detriment.

they said life is beautiful,
but you have tasted heaven once, and they haven't,
and you believed it was something inside of him,
has awakened something carnal and ancient,
yet you knew he wasn't of heavens,

only one of the transience fragilities of earth,
but this was paradise to you.

you wanted to believe life is beautiful,
but his moan was a mourn to all the lighter things
you have lost in life,
and for that, your happiness is not easy.
you lost something in this life and it's found until it's no more.

you knew this, despite a paradise was transient, and colored of flame,
it's a paradise, still.

life is beautiful but it grows blue, grey, crimson, pink.
and some days it's a permanent sunset,
in those days there are shadows of heaven on earth, you see,
his shadows lengthening on the ground
bleeding into the lights, everywhere.

The flash happens just as the sun passes the horizon
The moment where for us it's finished falling but for them it's just started rising
It is at it's brightest just before it alls goes black
As if it's giving out all it can in case it's never coming back
Sometimes the color changes, it goes green for a second or two
People say it's like a bright green bolt from the blue
But the sun never actually gets brighter, it's always been the same bright light
Things just seem a litte lighter when they're followed by the night