Proximity

Proximity

Loneliness took the place of my mother.
Nightmares replaced my father.
Wife: a city of reluctance.
we all resemble.
we look like going.

we both look alike.
you resemble me,
I look like you,
and the edges of a daydream,
resemble a queer voice:
stuck in between a postman and a phone call.

We both resemble.
I look like earth,
you resemble the sky.
you: in all the afternoons,
donate your fingers to the tears of God,
and you both rain on my collapsed body.

we both look like going.
you; in a fresh morning.
and I, in an old sunset.
We won't look like Staying !
We will look towards distances !

06-03-2013
Lisbon