The corner that stole the wind

[Marcus Nalgaber]

The corner that stole the wind

 

I did not know that a corner
would stole the wind
that holds my wings

that a gaze 
could freeze my breath
letting it suspended 
between out and in

I did not know that to live 
I had to die so many times

so many times
between out and in

Your so strange love
kills me every day
a little more
a little more

I die in your kisses
in your eyes
in your mouth
like a daisy dies 
in the hands
of who looks for love 

And the days when you are sad
my dreams melt like paper
in the water of your sadness

and the days when you are sad
between out and in