Are you with me?

Looking back,
were you there?

looking forward,
will you be there?

now i am here,
are you with me?

*these strange unnecessary sacrifice of sall the women you love, and who love you... I give up*

The same night that whitens the same tree

If Neruda ever lives again,
can he gropes my heart and sees
that in this jeer and cheer
i long for the darkest night?

the same night that whitens the same tree...

*sometimes i hope that i was born alone*