Impatient

Impatient

 

Today I'm not today

even though

I'll go in the morning.

Today all of my songs have lost sense

the muses from yesterday have vanished

they're incongrous ideas that collide on the way,

tuning forks in counterpoint,

it's only loneliness,

that's going to have enough with this

melody smashed at daybreak,

twarble of birds

in full light of night.

Rosebushes of carnations this lack of affection creates,

small satellites in the universe

of kisses and caresses,

there isn´t a hundred stars at firmament,

there isn´t a thousand fish in the water,

there isn´t a million grains of sand

floating at sea.

Only notions that she was

Or that she'll be.

I close my eyes and I don't see her,

while a tear crosses my face in a horizontal way,

that's trully vertical.

Nobody notices,

or maybe it shows itself too much

the despair and the

possibility of disappearing,

only for this day.

The irony of running away from the treasure

I don't know if it's there going to be enough patience to come back.

Where are you?

I don't want the one that untie me,

but that doesn't gets me sick.

Yet I want the other,

that's herself,

that destroyed my dreams,

but that fulfills me.

With her I'll make implausible something eternal.

And I would not die for her,

I would defy my own mortality,

I would live for her every day,

until the end of time,

in the biggest winter,

or at the heat of inferno.

Yesterday I was tomorrow

still, I went at night.

Who am I going to be today for?

The trick resides

in never letting me go, never.

 

Diego Betancourt @ 2006