many times I wrote your name in the air
in the sand, in the rain, in the evenings
in the end everything was useless
I never saw you again
so as not to forget you
I have your name tattooed on my skin

old letters that I never sent you
letters aged from reading them so much
outside a heavy rain and the sky full of lightning
a served drink and a half-finished cigarette.
the night goes on and the room fills with shadows
one by one I'm throwing the letters into the fire
and while the fire rages
I'm done with the past
tomorrow will be a new day

I sailed driven by the desire of your body
For as long as I can remember
Dazzled I saw
Enchanted islands and bright dawns
Old sorrows drove the sails of my boat
I still hope to find you
Before my ship vanishes in the mist

Life is a great spectacle
dance of masquerades
no one dares to show their true face
because if they did
it would be like seeing the Medusa of Perseus
and we would be at that moment petrified

The sun caught in your hair one april morning
Reach to make a poem
And the sea mist creeping up your long legs
It is poetry itself
And what to say about your enigmatic smile
When I touch your skin like the sun does this noon.

The bloodthirsty sword
Through the centuries
And it becomes a rifle and then a missile
Insatiable devours entire armies
Whole villages
Along the history
Insatiable gets drunk on blood
How long will this punishment be?
Will it be until the end of time?

If everything was a perpetual present
And the past and the future
Mere traps
Gadgets of a Mischievous God
That he plays
With imagined times, places and situations
Mere mirrors
Bubbles that enclose nothing
Then
I would change my life
An animal would have the power
No regrets or hope
Nothing would get in the way
Between my desire and my prey
I would be a beast on the prowl
Willing to **** or die
Without the slightest remorse