Perhaps it could have been

Perhaps it could have been

What delighted penetrating target

let me catch my breath

in a very quiet morning

allowed to reach contentment

and wake up my heart

which being delivered

a dream that traps

in a dark world

where denotes a maze

that seems to end

sighs which pain

remembered by desires

filled with some illusion

maintaining hope and lives

the paths encountered

interspersed with a life

we never allowed

see the point of departure

nor the target

A challenge to disappointment

that by not allowing the friction

of our hands,

of the skin or the desire

of this crazy love

left a broken dream

in a time that determines

I take the reins

and does not allow me to steal

in that minute space

to notice me

and felt my heart

also beating

remains a joy to live

Now resigned to whatever comes

before departure where you need

I ask, I beg you once more

to let her come

where the hope

that tiny instant

when I feel the confusion

I caused his silence

I've changed the

and instead of a hand woven

to mine, feeling her back

they stumbled over my eyes

easing the pain of loneliness

did not, did not occur

While the background music

implores a trumpet

I tried and I could draw her dance

your body with my body and both

indelible tattooed dream

in the depths of my soul

My heart was flooded

It worked and a radical change

transforming desire into passion

Then arose new words

those that are now memories

I heated up now

every time you re-attract

And as in the case of a prison

with a door ajar

My vision became dark

and what he saw faded

I wanted to keep it open

see his body, make me your soul

The voices are slipping

which is a campaign

as if the walls were glass

where he could see

nothing was heard but not

It was a void, a hole

a dream born of hope

clear that vanished

However, there came a sound

was not his, was the echo

a voice of a man to his beloved

at the back of nowhere

left a hollowness in the skin

It made me very clear

you can love without limits

What can not be done

is limited to other love

A that is not ours

and belongs to another

another who is not me

I let my kisses, many

those who stuck between words

escape slide and me

because once they knew

no one could love without receiving conceived

that's almost like living so sad

is so hard and dark as death

Samuel Levy Akinin