I am an eleven. the guide, born to be listened to

And there was no more Peace

Only silence

And all that remains is to wait

For you to finally appear

Then smile to see you free

Understanding that without you, without me

Nothing makes sense anymore

i wait for you in the gardenof flowers

I would wait a lifetime just to see again how you smile when you look at me

I am the everything that came from nothing

your love and your hate

your secret, unveiled out loud

the owner of your insomnia, of your dreams

a (your) handsome man with an untamed beard

half of your shared smile in dimples

i am your eyes, your voice, your hands

the desire that walks through your veins

rowing through your bloodstream

oxygenating your lungs

causing it to beat, with fury

until the hairs of your heart stand on end.

It's all to be seen.

I've come to have fun

will you come with me?

I don't care if it's by train, boat, van, plane, UFO or on foot

I don't care about the means, only with whom I want to share the road.