they say that the images
you love will start
to fade once you stop
admiring them;
yet the sky is the witness—
i would never want
any (your) portrait
to lose color or grow faint
they say that the images
you love will start
to fade once you stop
admiring them;
yet the sky is the witness—
i would never want
any (your) portrait
to lose color or grow faint
so many fantasies that I fantasize, so many dreams that I dream, so many lives that I live
The world is dangerous, and so its people.