i've been trying for two years and i can't
i've been trying for two years and i can not write
i can not read a book
watching a movie became torture
do any minimally long task
is impossible
i can't do anything i used to
and i don't know what's happening
because i can not even
dedicate myself to music
and these are the things i like
they are pieces of what i am
and then i'm in doubt of what i am now
or, by doing nothing
would have i become a piece of nothing
and that's all i could be?

I know it's been a long time
but, occasionally, I like to read
an e-mail that you wrote me
in a May night
because in it you told
that still thought in
me

and it reminds me
I still think about you
virtually
every day.

it's pretty enough
to yawn in the morning, lazily
watching you laid on bed
stroking your hair gently;

I'm still not sure if you understand
that the beauty isn't in sleeping
with a woman but in
waking up beside her

and now you open your eyes
with all these morning sounds
we two staring each other
as if this moment would never ends

and all I can see is
a surrounding you
by thousands means
and a feeling
that amazes things

it's pretty enough
to wake up in the morning
watching you laid on bed;
the beauty isn't in sleeping
with a woman
is waking up beside her;
and now you open your eyes
we stare each other
and all I see
is a shining you
by thousands me
and the feeling of one
amazing thing

It's hard when you say no
or worse: say nothing;
then hold my hand like it was the last
receive my embrace as if it were the only
silent
won't look in my eyes
waiting for the breaking up, which does not linger
prior to the music that we never had
without knowing that my breath revolves around your laughing answers;
It could be different
but, no, you're never here
never call
and I wait, wait, wait
just like I've always been
but you never know
or know and pretends you don't
then our time never comes
and you walk away in the middle of the night
thinking that can make me forget

the intent is beautiful
when my eyes stare at yours;
my laughter is founded
and you invade me through the front door
rubbing hands and feet
the feeling is unknown;
wanna raise your hair and steal your minutes
but your presence bewilders
and I hug you slowly
to see if I can sip your scent
before you leave without me.

Today I woke up and decided I won't say anything.
I'll just sit here, opened to hear everything you gotta tell me.