I carry you like a supernova that moves me, like a wall that fades and flies in the sky, like smoke that is free and dissolves in porcelain.. (Caption...) (Read caption....) I keep hugging you, even though you're not here; although I don't know if I will reflect myself in your fingers again. I don't know if my eyes will turn to mad blood, wild, if I will clap to your dance or if it will be your sea that kneels to my veins. I carry you like a supernova that moves me, like a wall that fades and flies in the sky, like smoke that is free and dissolves in porcelain, like gold that paints the morning. I carry you lying on the sand of my paintings, in the cuttlefish of my answers, in the flowers of my winged questions. I carry you like an almond tree about to bloom stuck to my ribs.
