EMPTINESS
I'm looking for you in messy beds, in the morning in tired moments where the words do not help us and the gestures are not enough
where you, lover mine have taken me by hand many and many times giving to me the night giving to me the life
where I desired you and I found you
where I knew the world forgetting the people where you were all and you were enough for me to fill up a life only made of you and nothing else
but now I understand
I was a blind bird that doesn't know the sunset and sings to the moon without having never seen it