Purple-blue night skies
A goblet of red,
Honoring the memory of you.
Under a mural of broken shadows I lay,
Listening to Oceano’s songs
Paco’s 6 guitar strings,
the 5th track:
For – …
Slender fingers carve your name in Space
Scratching more details to the surface,
Your body’s shape emerges,
Your lightness is embedded on my mattress,
there is no rest for me in this place!
So I help myself to the thought of Another…
Is it wrong its not you I think of when I listen to our song?
Your warmth remains strapped to my bed.
That, I guard jealously.
It’s all I have left –
a single golden thread,
and that mysterious scent of yours.