The dream you can’t remember,

belongs to another world,

and, yet, today I saw it

nesting on your lips,

in the shape of a smile.

Today I almost told you

about us in another world,

dancing weightlessly

among colorful stars

made of glossy paper.

I was your everything

there, in another world,

so, while I only exist

in sweet fragments of desire

that inspire your poems,

and, while you don’t know why

you talk about love with teary eyes,

grant me this wish

to be something

as small as a heartbeat…

Don’t you know, I wonder,

That I would be anything

for you.