DISTANCE FROM KK DE CASTRO

When I turn the corner, it is a century since I last saw you. Every metre I walk is a kilometre of longing. I control myself, don´t despair and walk alone, In the void.

Time drags in the seconds. Longing increases in centuries.

The times comes. I walk the metres. I forget the longing. I meet you

I don´t like these limits I don´t like leaving you. I fall into your arms. The magic is remade. I feel happy, immortal, loved, colourful and colouring. To see you, I depend on space and time. I don´t like these limits I don´t like leaving you.

I like to see you alone. I fed my fantasies.

Now it pains me to imagine You in your room. Inventing things to kill time. And I, trapped and suffocated in my nightmare.

And so the distance takes me away. At each meeting inspiration and joy. At each separation pain and sorrow. And between joys and sorrows I dream And swallow up the distance.

MÚSICA: Dancing waves Ernest Cortazar POEM FROM KK DE CASTRO naja.fenix@gmail.com Junho/2014