I wait to wake you up
before I make your breakfast.
Count down of few seconds
and two suicide stars…
Gravitational waves
surfing waves
space-time now.
The astrophysical equations
do not lie.
While the stars remain
hidden by English clouds
and you menina+ by my sheets .
I move them and I congratulate
my self for having your legs and
your white milky way breasts.
Just a word away from my hands.
A desire away from my hands.
Play with your thighs and
dance with your nipples
I ordered them.
You tours with your eyes closed
to kiss me in a Portuguese
of village between mountains.
And the supernovae* with
the Cosmos without
Carl Sagan and future.
Abide the time it will take us
to love each other.
Before sharing our coffee.

+ Girl in Portuguese
* Some dying stars create a supernova.

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Your present and future lovers should
fear the selfishness of my initials.
Rome should be only ours.
Romans should build triumphal arches
with the perfection of your breasts.
Museums with your noon shadows
and your sandals.
Tapestries and Orthodox icons with your photos^*.
Sixteen Chapels and one Sistine
with our first kiss.
Vatican libraries with the book
you were reading+ when I met you.
Coliseums with our sheets.
Circus Maximus with your desires.
Walls and defenses to the blue Monday
of our return.
Catacombs to our solitudes.
Rome should offer the Trevi Fountain
to your crotch.
Bridges to the beauty spots on your back.
Basilicas to the fresco of your body.
The Pantheon^ to your thighs.
Roman Legions to the pleasure of your hands.
Choirs to your joyful mysteries.
The Bernini’s Baldachin to your bed.
Aqueducts to this night together.
Let the gods convert us into pagans.
Let all the roads lead me to you.
Thousand and one* joined Italy.
Thousand and one marched on Rome.
Thousand and one desired you.
And it is one and not thousand with
who you share this room today.
Of closed curtains,
walls happy for us
and lights for my memories.

^* You are from Moscow
+ Hermann Hesse
^ Of all the gods
* Spedizione dei Mille, Garibaldi men who unified Italy (half of the nineteenth century).

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I confess myself yesterday as
I felt slept I missed you.
You are already climbing stairs
in Montmartre^ while I look for
you in this our first pub.
Without leaps of faith or
Verona^^ tragedies.
We learned to be together
we learned to say goodbye.
The policy of our reunion
by mutual agreement.
We bought it with damages
to third parties*  and return tickets.

^ It’s not a cliché
^^ We’re not Romeo & Juliet
* I guess you are not alone.

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I got bored of your charity.
I got tired of looking for you
in taxis driven by strangers.
Your groin waters
lost their Jacques Cousteau.
Your breasts their
biggest devotee.
Your croissant its coffee.
Your telephone my messages
of three glasses*.
Your pub my rounds .
Your red underground+
my desires.
Your loneliness the one
that caressed you.

^ Bye bye in French Aurora.
*Three doubles and more!
+ See any map of London

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