Would you write "I love you" and try to get away with it?
In the sand, the trees,
The walls, the papers
Like madness,
Like everything else,
Like a sadness, doesn't go away,
Like tomorrow
Like today, like any day
Like a song, a poem,
Like a poet, or a desperado
Like a river or sea
To "see"
That everything I'm saying to you is true although I can't say it right now
Still, I want to say it somehow
I want to say every day, every year, every month
Every second,
There's no "every" in this story, only "nothing"
