Panting, Pounding, Poetry
نفَسی در بند نفس دیگریست، نفسی پر گرفت، نفس دیگر گریست
Listen Brother, Listen my love, Listen to my heart, It pulsates with the rythem of your breath
I want to change the world for you
Let me walk into your dreams
Please, I promise
I won’t touch anything
Let me teach you every song I know
Please, I promise
I’ll respect your ears
You need to change
I hate you
I need to change
You can’t treat me like you do
I hate myself
I feel guilty leaving you behind
It needs to change
I want to run away
From this from you
It hurts
Let’s stop talking
We need boundaries
Let’s cross the border together
Let’s accept the clouds and stay
Let’s search for sunlight
Europe, Mexico, all corners of Rome
Let’s go back home
I miss you
Let’s dance
Let’s take you to a hike full of mushrooms
A Mezcal river
A volcano full of weed
Can’t you hear me?
I said take care of your liver
Let’s leave together
Turn an unknown city into home
Let’s live together
Go our separate ways
I want to protect myself
I want to protect you from myself
It hurts when I hurt you
It hurts when you hurt me
It hurts when you hurt yourself
It just hurts
Talk to me brother, words set us free
Poetry saves
I fear your fists of silence, my eyes of anger
Those veins.
Let’s build an art studio for your hands
A home in your strong arms
Let’s live under the same maple tree
You hate Japanese gardens,
I know
Just to be different from me
It’s okay
I hate Hirayama in “Perfect Days” then
You can love who he is.
My heart pulsates with the rhythm of your steps
It's not just, it doesn’t just hurt
Through this brotherhood, or the lack of it
In only one day
I live all emotions
You might kill me someday
Just let me die first?
They’ve wired my stomach to your steps
Sharp stones
You like to run fast
Pop, pop
My stomach hurts.
Help me stop
Nightmares
Help me stop playing this role
The role they gave me before I was born
A bubble wrap
Wrapped around your feet
Made of my core
Always about to burst.
I want to burst
You read poetry now
You’ll find the way, I’m sure.
And if one day, the authentic roads of chance or busy highways of logic take me out of your world, remember
I’ll listen to your heart till these legs can go …
Mexico City, After Fall, 2024
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