It's like dancing in the room with a female ghost

I read that on Motorama´s inspiration....

Exist

Another bit of poetry, taken from my old memories....

EXIST

im not here

when you blow air into my ears

and the rush of those beatiful sounds that i never hear before

into a peaceful and blank mind

I know you lie somehwere between my dreams and imagination

because If you where real, you would be here

the leaves fall and crash against the grass

making the ground tumble

making me feel so small

the insignificant existence and the significance of life

i cant imagine how was before cos i dont know if present is enough

the cloudy day keeps the sun out of any sight

i can smell your vanished scent mixed with the rain

and it keeps me dry

before the world comes to an end

the qniverse will tell how much it means

and all the fellings and toughts will be scattered across the space

they will become part of the universe

they will be stardust moving into someone else's mind

to reborn like us again

the story will repeat over and over again

like the never-ending side of the circle

like the infinite space and time

cos im not here

i dont exist

i created you

u created me

we are part of the same dream..

Alphaville

In a city where rational arguments and the objective understanding of nature arise... poetry must find a way to scape from this constant nightmate