-escrito para Ella-

I wanted a small house in a big city for you to go crazy trying to figure out how to decorate it with all the different colors going from red to black, to white and back to black again. I wanted a small house in the big city for you to exceed your potential and even start to realize that I wanted a medium house outside the city for you to lose your mind deciding how to dress me up. I wanted a medium house outside the city for you to laugh and and grin and smile and make it baby safe. I wanted a bigger house outside the city so that you could set the dinner table not for 2 but 3 and 4 and 5 and then for 6.I wanted a bigger house outside the city for you to fill it up with black and white pictures and for you to show the photo albums whenever they are around. I wanted a small house in a small town by the sea so that you could bake cookies and buy the groceries when your head doesnt make you forget.I wanted a small house in a small town by the sea so that you could spent the remaining of your life by my side now that we are alone and can barely even remember how we met. I dont want anything up here only for you to join me and tell me how much you've cared.

I can finally feel the wind blowing us in different directions,
But of course we both believe in reencarnation.
Maybe we already had each other and we are simply fucked by the invisible union
that keeps our souls attach, no matter how much we curse the day we got engaged with out words. A simple nod, a simple stare. It seems words are too primitive for us. rare... but from time to time I really wish we could just know each other, the real other.