Be lost

You need to be lost once and again in an old city,diving in the ageof the dryest feelingswith people who dissapearin the middle of the red night,drinking bloody memoriesin the darkness of a beer.

I need to feel your distance to speak your secret language.

Tell me what exist behind the borderline of desire, what kind of impossible dreams can be real across the blue sky of your lips.

Sometimes is better shut up to listen the wind and forget how the pain feels.

I have become an expert to love the wrong girl.

The rythm of my heart burst in the loud of a silent word, between the beauty and the wildness of your sad eyes. ::.