Cuecaina De Regreso
Il y a entre nous mieux qu’un amour : une complicité.

What is between us is better than love : it is intimacy.
Marguerite Yourcenar, Feux (via camilla-macauley)
Missing Piece

I wake up to the faint sound of traffic below,

The quiet stillness of slumber disturbed.

Bright is the sun and warm is the air,

The bread is fresh and the beer cold.

Yet the sun does not seem to warm

 the shadows on the street,

And the air becomes thick and damp

every other block that I walk past.

Sometimes the bread feels old and soggy,

While the beer feels warm and tastes cheap.

The clear blue sky appears to have

 intruding patches of grey,

And the most eloquent of poems

seem bereft of feeling.

But for the most part,

The food is splendid and the drink is smooth.

The weather is soft,

With full moons and unveiled stars.

Street musicians compose honestly,

And drunken poets write verses on the walls.

Although everything seems to be alright,

What’s truly missing from Bolivia is you.

Nobody will ever love you as much as an artist can. On your worst days, they will find poetry in the knots of your hair.
K.P.K, That Could Have Been Me (via nudelip)