Aborted appointment
with a creature
made of a sterile
metal womb .
This morning she put
her most beautiful dress ,
perfuming herself
with a cloud of oblivion
and eternity ,
wanting to breathe
her womanly scent ...
That day where everything
was blue .
Dress, eyes , ocean ,
and even the heaven !
Closing the book
and ignoring how
the story ends .
Fallen angel of flesh and blood
whose wings closed
over the abyssal silence ...
Book cover whose title and author
I have forgotten .
Few lines written with a feverish hand ,
saying \'\' I love life ! but not that one ...\'\'
It happens sometime that we die
only after a lifetime of rushing
towards a few missed meetings
masking some dark secrets ...
A cool breeze danced across
San Francisco bay .
The bridge murmuring :
\'\'Don\'t grow old ! come to me ...\'\'
Tourists were watching at you.
Just old ghosts from the past ,
passing each other without greeting...
The book remained open
on the first page of the rendezvous ...
Your dress unfolding
like a blue bird ,
hopelessly in love with a fish ...