terça-feira, 3 de dezembro de 2013

maybe it's crazy to hope for something more

a black television screen
snow white and black
deep and open
splashing against the windows
looking out onto a three-terrace town
there's a garden, gray-green
and cherry blossoms

get in in the morning
all seasons here, saved for a rainy day
climb in beside you
a part of a hole
watch the clock for half an hour
an orange and its peel
it's cold on the outside
there's steam on the windows
a star in a night sky
and I put myself there all the time
a gentle beauty
you let me forget again
and I snore on and on 
you let me forget again 
forget how it feels to be wrong

funny how everything makes you feel low when you are already low