where´s the time we use for nothing
what is nothing for us?
for me nothing´s to fantasize; the episode today was thousands of miles away:
there were people that mysteriously I understand, I recognized them, they were like me, but look diferent, but think different, smell different.
They´re taller, green, they had a different sense of humor, they´re more tolerant than me...were younger than me...´re more simple than me.
how many steps I must give
how many steps to get to your hair
how many faces to get to yours
how many breaths to yours
All of us have practice on this. So I start a conversation on my fantasy with you, thrown on the grass, drinking something, you´re so calm;
today a very hot sunday, you got some sandals, we went for it to your house hours later, i see your feet bare.
You make me laugh, I make you laugh.
Suddenly i hear in the other room, tv speaking; my neigbor´s caged bird singing like the demon, I hear my other neigbor´s child crying. My sister singing a galician song. I got hot, i´m sweating; I see my clothes thrown on the floor. I really want to spend my day here, just like a teenager. I don´t care about anything and anybody but this fantasy, the grass, the people and your hair.
