IN THE MISSING PASSION

  "I want to tell you, not with red earth or gold, but with ink, from the apple tree bark" Rilke. I love how you say how beautiful Rilke is. I already share it. I do not share the promise I did not like.

I wish you a poem "in the silence of the night"

ah these nights ah

   I'm thinking of you while everyone is sleeping in your silence, I just think that my eyes are on one side of the world, maybe, but wherever you are

I  LOVE YOU  SO  MUCH  wherever you are

or be whomever you are

my heart is bumping into you

although you do not know it

my impossible  love

miss  you  baby