White Roses
Gustavo Bertoni
This dance
Asks for
White roses beneath our feet
Watch where
You step
Unless you wanna get hurt
I guess
We’re too old
To fall in love desperately
I’ve learned
The hard way
To love an idea is destructive
As the rain pours over us, dear
Listen to our beating hearts here
The sun will rise and I’ll be gone, dear
Don’t weigh on me
We´ll find pleasure beyond measure
Then I’ll disappear
Shadows
Lurk in
You help me invite them in
You know
My shit
Still, you still chose to stay
Swim in
Deeply
Imperfect curves and lines
I accept
And you too
These hours of escapism