Blue Velvet

my blood Silent reminder of my imperfection The butterfly Immobile ephemerid Observing my youth A girl in a library Waiting restless A caterpillar Growing old and anonymous Between

Without mirrors we live In a world with no reflections. Quite a puzzle to me, whenever I look in an invisible mirror.

Whenever the Soul takes a nap Our eyes are useless prescription glasses So, let me put it straight, my love: Why do you need contacts to see me?

Invisible, creeping through the blinds You came in, Uninvited. Since then We live toghether Without mutual knowledge. Nothing to wonder about: Souls are not smoking Cuban cigars...