If I never see you again
I will always carry you
inside
outside

on my fingertips
and at brain edges

and in centers
centers
of what I am of
what remains.

I kept telling myself that all the women in the world weren´t whores, just mine.

I didn't know who to
believe
but
one thing I do
know: when a man is
living
many claim relationships
that are hardly
so
and after he dies, well,
then it's everybody's
party.

Medju nama nije bilo nikakve veze, osim sto smo pili i vodili ljubav.

I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of.

Find what you love and let it kill you.