fuera del tiempo

Once more falling in your

non-kissed lips, in your eyes

(that we did share), in the
delightful music of your voice...
Why?

I wish the magic and impossible
possibility of touching you again.
With my image, with my words...
with my shared presence,
with my humor

And touching you in new forms
(even more impossible, though

every impossible is equally

impossible)
With my plenary art, with my naked

ideology, with my diachronic body,

with my unrestricted nerve

impulses, with all the strength of

my conscious critic and my

ferocious irony...
 With my wreck in philosophy, with

my paranoid ethic and bye! am not

boring any more.