Pices of infinity

II

~ blue flames ~

I must have seen somewhere written,

once, long ago,

that my heart belongs to you.

but I think the flames

took over my eyes

and I lost myself

in their beauty

without feeling the pain.

I think I called you,

I really don't remember

and I think you answered,

in a faded voice

that you don't want and you can't

burn in the flames with me;

that the flame that comes out of me

doesn't match the flame inside you;

mine is red, fervent

and yours burns cold, blue.

and while the words were flying in the wind, separated in some simple letters

I saw you leave with them

and I stayed here,

burning like yesterday's newspaper

with my red flame consuming me,

watching you,

burning cold.

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~ Old soul ~

old soul,

lost between chords of blues

forgotten between mountains

of concrete and glass

more whole than all the new souls

looking at each other

in the window.

old soul,

dreaming of proms and letters,

lost between carelessness

and technology.

old soul,

forgotten behind

by another nation of souls;

its own colony

that was destroyed the era

called shallow

with the same name.

dreaming of waltzes and dinners,

the smell of old book,

tied in leather

and scent of September

and rain and

moist soil

and dead leaves.

but you, old soul,

how come you resist

between so much new and carelessness? How come

you haven't choked yet,

between mountains of concrete?

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