Every day I want to meet you again,
talk about the universe and all those odd distances,
about every possible and impossible sky,
every possible and impossible love.
I know, you’ll say I’m playing God, that I’m provoking,
that life is not time and the world is not this,
that the rain can’t change the sea and the land,
but it can melt the cross and the face.
Every day I want to forget you again,
not to speak about how I got lost, how you don’t see me,
about selfishness and my other dimensions,
all possible drops and impossible faces.