Two faces

Two hearts which are near

can be always close

writing with their prose

and both, feeling dear.

One million pieces of art

like songs going round,

like little poems bound

for take feelings apart.

Ease, speed to have more time

together; to stay there,

with you in anywhere

feeling like a working mime.

Each day I'm nearer to love:

somewhere I write,

I dream, read, call, bite

my soul. Imagination's a globe.

Psycho, panic, obsession...

I'm getting paranoid:

someone else destroys

my life, my only possession!

So many information for me

is coming like a waterfall

of thoughts getting small,

talking nonsense, going mad about

THIS!