here we go

It's wrong to say, «often», when in fact

you're coloring your words, constantly,

in the hue of my dreams, provoking me

to paint even the sounds full of passion

and the silence of each hidden thought.

Moments are flying with terms gathered

in any instrument that breathes through

the tones of my soul, enough to lay them

on the velvety soul of yours, manifested

every day in the chromatic of our galaxy.

Without you and me, here we go, further,

collecting any effect, proposed at the level

of art with the opportunity for pigmenting

all our senses, using the subtle tint of love,

[red] – the loyal‧taboo, [blue] – as we are.