It`s late,
I`m still waiting for you with the light on,
My hand rests on your idea
and the eyes are closed over the sandals.
It was overturn horizontally
above the steaming tea.
I wasn`t turning it among calamities anymore,
I was keeping it frozen in my eyes.

It`s late,
I`m still waiting for you
with the first smile ever born,
my mind undressed the shadows
on the pillow of dead moments.
My heart is put on the night stand
listening callings and straying
It learns the horizontal sandals
among blue particles of...
I overturned it once upon a time
hoping i`ll stop the cigar from burning
in the yeast dough of reality.
But the sandals was still flowing horizontal,
while waiting.

It`s late,
I`m still waiting for you pouring my veins
in the body of the dreams to come.
The hand slowly touches your idea
The eyes blink over the sandals
shadows still come while getting dark
time flows vertically
I shall put my heart back in its place
and I`ll let her standing the silence
and your absence.