Circus






Your smile is thinking about me.

Could you strike the trembling lights of your eyes,
So I would find your name, the tender
Of your lips in the name of every thing,
In the words of every song?

If you would smile,
I could touch some mountains,
I could call skies,
I could design your dreams and my dreams.
And so on.

At the beginning and at the end,
I will remain here
Touching your worlds, your wishes, your borderlines.

Fireworks, tender hands, rouge lips, baggy trousers…
And all the things I wish and I pronounce in my street,
In my circus of life.

While your smile is thinking of me!

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