these are the things I love the most...
to stop, to look, to seek a ghost
to make, to break, to lie…
to tell the truth when it comes by
to look for you before the dawn
to shout and yell as if I won…
to sleep, to dream, to be so sad
to write, to love, to hate…
to go somewhere and just create
to kiss some lips
to kiss them all
to make you “see” and then just crawl…
to hope… to wait…
these are the things that I just hate
