Fotografie

A barefoot blue in the sky
The crazy sky of March and of our meeting
You in the center, leaning on your knees
And the wind and the hair on your eyes...

Here the shadow falls from your hand
A horizon of barking dogs in the distance
You clinging to the railing
Of a tender and distracted spring...

Slow and somewhat lazy afternoon
May has gone... A finger under the chin
And the birds flee threading the green
Where the city gets lost...

On a sheet of sandpaper
July and you lying down
You dirty with kisses and sand
Looking for the boundless lips of summer on mine...

In this other one we are together
And how you laugh with pleasure until you suffocate
I held onto August and you
Drinking you with my eyes so as not to forget you...

And still you among rows of trees
Sewing hills of white grapes
You spent a whole day drinking wine
And a farmer with a glass in hand nearby...

Rusty leaves at the end of the avenue
And new desires and you came here wrong
Your face a bit tense
And a laugh without joy and recklessness...

The bitter air of Sunday morning
Above the grass you and tears of frost
Colored cheeks while peeling
Oranges and stupid lies...

Stay there
Don't move
Smile a little
Now turn around...
Do it like this
Lean on
Don't say no
Love, look here...

January and the thick breath warms the words
The sun was going down red marble sky
You a bit dark against that evening
That dug our farewell and ran away...

The fine rain jumps over the sidewalks
Mean boredom and you you look but don't see
That it's over and between the fingers
There are only photographs...

A barefoot blue in the sky
The crazy sky of March and of our meeting
You in the center, leaning on your knees
And your eyes forever in my eyes...