viernes, 21 de enero de 2011

pour la plus belle femme sur terre

because you were
and are
like a spark in the dark
a rope for the falling
a song for the deaf

because you were an ivory piano
in my coal hands
a bare naked soul in an overcrowded mall

because
when the fog disappears,
is just you i see

because when i am bound to sink
you are the only one near
this is for you,
the most beautiful woman on earth


because i’ve been a blind asshole
and you have cried for me
and you came looking for me
when nobody else did

because i think about you almost everyday
and i wish you did the same with me
because i know you do
because i hope you do

because i want you to know this
because i need you to know this
and feel the kisses i never gave you
and the love i never made to you
and the breakfast i did not cook you
and the films we haven’t seen together
and the places we haven’t visited
and the book i never gave you
and the words i never said to you
and the poems i never wrote

because…
you are the most beautiful woman on earth

because whenever i think about you
you warm up my chest
because i gave you almost nothing
and you give it all
because…

because i miss you so much right now
while i see the planes
and the roads, and the cars,
and the seas, and the oceans,
and the trees, and the time,
that i should cross to see you
that i should burn to get to you

you…
the most beautiful woman on earth

and i recall the empty streets of new york at dawn
and the street lamps in rome
and the ruins in my hometown
and warsaw
and the danube
and the bridges
and the songs

because…
because you are home
still
you are
even though
we almost have not met
even though you are so far away
and i am still lost

my dear
my love
because i miss you
and i wish we were in the same bed
you loving me as nobody else has
because you are
the most beautiful woman on earth

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