Intento

I search for words and I look for rhymes
I wish for a poem
That spoke of smiles
That barely reaches
The edge of sleep
Finding in corners
A few verses
Without pain

And I change the subject and I change the tone
I wish for a poem that spoke of a woman
And I think of her name
And I think again
And I get desperate
And I don’t know what to do

So I imagine that I suffered
That I suffer, I say it, I write it, but I’m lying, I’m happy
And I can’t paint sorrows
Or sketches of poems of what I didn’t live

Maybe looking outside I’ll sing of misery
And when I open the window
I hear the sound of water
I know it’s my guitar calling and flattering me

Better to stay quiet
Than to sing and not say, not say anything
And let my hands speak more
Than this attempt at words
And let my hands tell more
Than this attempt at words