Love is a ray of indirect light,
a drop of peace, a faith that awakes,
a buzz in the air, a point in the fog,
a profile, a shadow, a pause, a wait.
Love is a soft rumour coming close,
a bell far away, a light breeze,
a voice in the calmness, a smell of mint,
an after, a maybe, a time, a goal.
Love hypnotises you, makes you dream,
and you dream and give in and let go,
and it moves you inside and makes you become more,
and pushes you, overcomes you and takes you behind.
And makes you travel, on the edge of time,
going up the rivers of a thousand universes,
and takes you to glory and gives you to the land
and looks at you… and thinks… and thinks…
And suddenly love, is the light of a flame,
that starts to turn off, and turns off,
is the little island lost in the fog,
a drop, an I don’t know, a spot, a gesture.
Love is the fallen leaf on the ground,
a point in the sea, a haze that thickens,
a weight in the soul, a sun that covers,
a why, an according to, an I know, a complain.
Love is going down, step by step,
with the closed hands and a weary step,
it asks who you are, to let you know,
it barely knows you, what do you want from it?
Love mocks you, laughs at you,
while you’re still steady, without a thing to say,
and you wish to follow and say no,
to stay, to return, that it makes a mistake.
And throws you face down, to the last hell,
pulling out your soul, stepping on your body,
and you choke with the wish of returning to void,
and suddenly, it stops, looks at you, and takes pity on you.