Oct 22, 2010


I took some time and remembered tonight
not everything, but, just
the simple things
that i can't explain.
We always meet in eerie silence.
I always forget the facts
I never forget perfumes.

We met between Ana Karina's illusions
and Pessoa's house,
right where nowhere crosses
dreaming of nowhere.
Remember i never write love poems.

I haven't told our story for a while now
but, i remember you because
you make me proud to believe that
i know everything
when i acquire nothing.
Once, you claimed i stole your whole personality.
I told you:
"I only steal from the best."

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