Same

Let's meet again,

oh dreamed girl.

We can say, I've

never met you

any day.

But i'm still

thinking of you

every day...

Maybe one day,

it won't be the same...

1 comentario

[Pantocrator violáceo - 06 de diciembre de 2011 - 17:51]

What this poem seems to express is an unquenchable quest for meaning that has no end. A determinate nostalgia for something that was and at the same maybe will be.
However, I also interpret it as the articulation of an impossible meeting with a girl that actually, never was.
I watch you Flopis.