Child of the Bohemian Revolution

...check...complete with ridiculous obsession with love...check. I love being a contradiction. So here´s some poetry inspired by the Mexico City cutsie. If it makes no sense that might be because it was originally in Spanish.

I´d Rather

I don´t eat,
Because I´d rather taste your lips,
I´ve stopped drinking,
Because I´d rather soak up your mouth
Flowers and perfumes no longer exist,
Because I´d rather breathe your scent,
All my reflections have broken,
Because I´d rather see myself in your eyes,
The voices are homologous and confused,
Because I´d rather hear your accent,
I don´t think,
Because I´d rather have you in mind,
But I´d much rather have you in my arms.


Now all together, awwwwwwwwwwww. Okay that´s enough!