Falling from your eyes ,petals,
White, like the oblivion's snows, and i wish ,
i so wish ,my love,
to catch them, let them free, fondle, build, kill them
barehanded,
with my chest, broken of dreams,
with my heart,
broken

It snows involuntarily,
overwhelming us with silence,
worshipped as a virtue
silence.
Is it the white shroud of indifference heavier
than your red, hungry lips,
than my hand-ships
navigating your body full of desire?
Is it the winter in May
more convincing than my love?
It may be more visible,
beautifully lying
constant, maybe;
Perfect,
but ain´t more convincing.