The Soliloquy of a Sonador

Ever since you flew away,

I have been conjuring up your image.

In the midst of my thoughts,

you light up a smoke and offer it to me.

Everything ceases to be right, I palpitate.

I am supposed to be lonely as the cloud.

You make me forget the sound of fleeting music. 

In the background, a portly man laughs.

In a puff of drowsy numbness,

I catch a glimpse of your sparkling eyes. 

What are you, I wonder. How could you,

Love was it, then ? Like a waterfall in a desert?

After that brief encounter, you vanished.

I looked at you as a figment of imagination. 

My body wore the tell-tale signs of time.

I believe I saw the best of dark and bright,

Or was it the crazy trick of reflection

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One fine evening,you landed at my doorstep.

I was old and so were you. Beauty had

Served its purpose. My nest was empty. 

I had flowers at my feet,you were real. 

Sometimes I ponder about you. I should 

Have known. You were capable of hurting me. 

You were the nightmare I was waiting for.

Nubile I was,you played me well. Not that 

I was ignorant,I chose to feign it. 

You were the love of my life, Senhora. 

I had all the money in the world for you.

I still remember the knife you held,

The blood it drew, the flinch I saw,

In your eyes. Irony lives to see another day.

I still wonder if it was a vision or a 

waking dream. You still mesmerize me.