Fidel_Bravo, 10 december 2017
FOR MERVE
Distance
The wall between you and me
The left-overs of a far away love
The lust that never comes to town
Distance
Like a picture on a torn canvas
The language never understood
The hand reaching out for nobody
The cell in the last circle of hell
Distance might mean that fish
Gasping for air in that dying pool
The lizard watching the remains
Of the desert turning green in the rain
Distance
Your body and mine dissolving into the water
Of the many messages we have sent
Water of love, lust and yearning
Begging for the light of truth
Santiago
February,2001
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