I miss you
this way
that lava is nothing against melting passion
which permeates me in the depths
that the day envies the night of its darkness
because with his suffering he has nowhere to hide
and unsustainable dreams sublimate just above the surface
I miss you so much
as an old man miss his youth
when a young girl walking around puts her desires on her eyelashes
I miss you
and all my angels and acquaintances are coming down to earth
leaving their kingdom of light
to be convinced
that the earth is not burning yet
that the east does not yet belong to the sun
and that the end of the world is not yet coming
I just miss you