e quem sou eu para te dizer que não?

i am not the kind to fall in love without good reason
till then i see you shapeless, full of light, full of promises of trees, till then, uncontrollable persistence of idea
that the wind that stopped blowed takes me to you, living impossible outside of me, that i forget to weight and let myself go
you, the convergence of greatness, and the day the sun died to respectfully leave you space
if i could write i'd have written i love you instead of all this
and then you arrive oh primitive confusion of me and rend me pose and turn me equilibrium and strength and confirm me you oh endless beauty
reshape your eyes and gleam throughout the nightly dark
it rends me imprisoned just the thought of your arms
today i left my home to go and stroll and i ended on your street, and all the water i walked over
i love you instead of all this
you should know, you have some years now of envious mirrors
i very much like the way you communicate but i didn't understand yet
don't know your voice, but it must sound like a piano tumbling down stairs, street lamps bowing to the falling rain
and that you told me how bad it left me
you are veins entangled with mine, war beneath the skin
sometimes you hide your eyes of saving people out of shadows
bad weather lives at my place instead of you
i'm writing this in the dark as the idea of you kidnaps me and bursts my eyes
do you know my arms are a complication of knots
i should point out that he made me do this : but i am in no way a maker of poetry for angels undeserving. RC