I have converted
from mistress to friend
or from friend to mistress.
You were smiling to me in a hundred nights
and in a thousand stories.
I was writing your self in a thousand words
and in one direction: me.
Who loves you more than I do,
my skin, my emotions?
Do we speak the same whispers?
Do we sing the same gestures,
in rituals of worshipping and needing?
Do we hit against the same useless walls?
Didn`t you know you`re my religion?
Won`t you too convert you self to me ?
It isn`t a bargain what i`m asking.
It`s just a matter of life and death.