Every day, I write him over your pages
and later, I erase him!
I remember the day I was born from his breath,
the day our souls united
then, I write him again …
And I love him even though he doesn’t have a clear identity in my life
even though there’s no map to his existence
nor a Specific description of how he spreads his soul over the zones of my being
I love him! but,Words are no longer able to deliver meanings..
I love him without the illusions of fairy tales,
even Without madness !!
I love him, just so we can be
I love him just so we can be
And I remember the day I sipped him with my wine into my blood
and became addicted to his scent.
blame not, my foolish fever of love,
since I know he loves me.
even though I’m a woman of contradictions,
a hundred person dressed as one
he loves me still
Without insanity, without delirium
he Loves me just so we can be
And I love him to be …
Oh diary, my trust worthy friend…
hear my secret and pass it to none
The day I met him,
I disobeyed all the traditions of my tribe
And neglected all the advises of the elderly
I erased every word written in my past
and I spread out my hand to his,
turned my back and walked away from my village..
Now I’m confused diary,
a woman rejected by her past,
scared of her future,
a woman with nothing in her pockets, but a moment in present
Shall I fight for a love that might never be,
Shall I go back to what once was,
or shall I continue living in a dream
and just love him, so we can be…