I was still in University and in one of my classes we got an unusual assignment. We had to write a poem where we had to include a conversation and some song lyrics among other things. I don't really remember the entire package of requirements, but I remember being frustrated because I was lacking inspiration and the deadline was approaching. Thus, while I was staring at the blank paper in front of me, I just decided to use some of my poems and make a connection between them. Needless to say that most of my poems are about love in way way or another. The result was a long poem that had everything required in it and the best part of it was that it made sense. So if you have a few minutes and you feel like reading it or at least some of it, here it goes:
A few days
She called me a few days ago to tell me about her new affair;
As if I were interested.
I had to listen for two hours her juicy story,
And she kept talking like a broken mill:
“At first I thought it was a game,
But the truth is I can’t forget him.
He called my name, and took my hand
He touched my face and smiled at me…
So I tried to do the same, but you know
My boyfriend's back.”
And she kept talking and talking like this forever.
No wonder I got a headache.
And the damn phone is as quiet as I am.
Finally she left.
I feel like a stranger to myself
I thought this break was going to be a bless.
And I hear the tone.
I can't understand her, she always had whatever she wanted
And yet she always wanted more.
Men- can’t understand them.
Too complicated beings trying to tell me something.
I can hear my heartbeat.
Silence.
I'd like to capture a rainbow, and stick it in a big box
so that,
anytime I wanted I could reach in and pull out
a piece of sunshine.
Words... just simple words, but they can mean so much.
It's too late to regret or to be sorry for what happened.
We will always be connected in a strange way.
You will always represent something special in my life.
Therefore your place is there where it belongs: in my heart.
I gave you everything I had.
I shared with you all mine and above all
I gave you my heart and my soul.
I have never thought life could be so wonderful and yet so miserable.
And I'm still waiting for that call.
I decide to go for a walk.
Through the peace of the night only the lights keep me company
The moon watches me smiling from behind the clouds
Only me and the stars seem to be awake
I am alone again,
And counting steps and counting leaves
And counting dreams... and everything's the same.
None of them old, none of them new.
I finally go home and check my messages.
Nothing. Just the tone, annoying as always.
I think I'm cursed to pay with tears every happy second of my life.
Sometimes I just wait to awake myself from this nightmare,
But it seems to be endless.
And I'm sitting alone in my room.
Waiting for the phone to ring.
I'd like to build a mountain that I could call my very own.
A place to find serenity in those times when I feel the need to be
closer to myself.
If only I could change something,
I'd choose to be born again or to turn back time;
I'd choose to be again in the very first day when I met myself;
I'd choose to take things slower, one at a time;
I'd choose to do different a lot of things.
Sometimes I feel lonely, very lonely.
Then I run to you.
Sometimes you are happy to see me, other times,
You let me understand that then you don't need me.
My eyes beg you,
But you don't see their mute request.
Maybe I ask for too much.
After all, I’m just a poor creature just like everybody else
And yet so different.
I don't know if I can resist longer.
Maybe I should have learned to be insensitive.
I'd like to cry a sea of tears,
To rest on its beach when I feel sad;
when I think I am alone the sea will remind me
that I am not the only one who's crying.
Another day, the same misery.
“The corners of my lips long for your wet tongue.”
He told her holding her tight. Kids! They think love is fun.
They think they’ll live like in “Return to the Blue Lagoon”
I am alone again,
And counting days and counting years
And counting torn leaves from a calendar
And everything's the same.
I found out I exist when I discovered my feelings,
I found out I exist when I felt pain.
I learned that I can't live without love.
I felt happiness when I fell in love,
But I suffered too.
I lost my hopes when my feelings were hurt
And I felt loneliness.
I am alone again,
And counting nights and counting days
And counting hours that I lived without a soul
And everything's the same.
When I leave home, I will be full of contradictory feelings:
I'll be happy for you let me go,
I'll be angry for everything went so slow.
The school, the university, in which I'll feel I could have done more,
But these are probably going to be another closed door;
Another closed door, in my life and my soul.
I'll be scared feeling too independent,
I'll be wandering if it was good to leave home.
But it's all right. I'll manage. All did once!
Why do I always speak about me and myself?
This is simply rude selfishness.
You left. I remember walking you to the station
We laughed, we joked, we kissed.
And the train left taking with him the words of love,
And shaking hands and kisses, taking you away.
And I remained alone and sad
on the pavement of the station,
that was suddenly empty.
A few days until we change the millennium.
I had this strange dream about sunny beaches and warm oceans
Me looking for shells that scratched my naked feet.
Each of them was letter, and when I put them together they formed your name.
“You may say I’m a dreamer,
but I’m not the only one
I hope some day you will join us
and the world will be as once.”
“What would you do if you’d know you have just a few days to live?”
“I’d sell my things, go to Disneyland, visit Europe,
Buy all the things I wanted to have, but could never afford to.
I’d send flowers to all the people that were nice or not so nice to me;
Sleep in all those fancy hotels I never even dreamed about entering.
I’d do all the extravagant things rich people do;
take a plane instead of a cab.”
“And then?”
“Then I’d say good-bye to you my dear friend,
Say that all we really have are just a few days
To remember how good we felt together,
And then, and only then, I’d buy a one way ticket to go till the end of the road,
But until then we still have a few days.”
