Whose odyssey?
\nDo you live in that country
\nI thought would be yours?
\nI see rockets and shooting stars,
\nair balloons in the sky.
\nYou always live in the zenith.
\nIt\u2019s in the faraway gaze of your eyes.
\nSometimes I keep talking,
\nchanging the subject
\nto keep you coming back,
\ndistance proportional
\nto the fantastic things I say.
\nIt is a game.<\/p>\n
You are no more than an inch away,
\nmiles inside me.
\nYou approach me like a tide
\nuntil the whole world covers me,
\nand then emerging,
\neverything is bigger,
\nbrighter,
\na roar in my ears,
\nand I feel
\nyou are the wick of a candle
\nthe wind cannot blow out.\t<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Whose odyssey? Do you live in that country I thought would be yours? I see rockets and shooting stars, air balloons in the sky. You…<\/p>\n