dreaming

sometimes i close my eyes and dream about a perfect world where true love founds me finally, where you are there, looking at me with those kind eyes i love so much, that drive me nuts.

there just like in the movies, you walk out of the international door of the airport, carrying your bags, tired and hungry 'cos the food in the airplanes is never good, thirsty. looking down 'cos you don't expect me to be there, you expect anyone but the guy of the transfer with your name in a long impersonal list, a name that doesn't means anything but a bunch of letters.

you walk straight to the door, out side, no need to rise your head, what for? to see all the happy people getting reunited with their loved ones?, there families, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends, new friends, sons and fathers, all hugging, all showing there love to each others and how much they miss and care, and you really wonder where is love in the world? well is easy, go to an airport, there is love, human love, human tears.

and there i walk, behind you, cos you haven't seen me and this is a surprise after all, when you are passing the door to the outside, i'm just a few steps from you, but you don't know, when you take out you cigars i'm looking for my lighter in my pocket, as usual you start looking for yours when you see a hand in front of your face, holding a lighter, fire, rise you head and there is the warmest fire you ever imagine, the warmest flame to light your cigar, the light of my lighter, the light of my eyes, looking for yours, the warm of my smile, your smile, without words i stole a kiss from your lips, a kiss that could easily turn all Rome in flames again, slow in your mouth, intense, feeling your breathing, kind as always, and in the middle of our kiss i can feel you smile.

then i wake up, i remember you don't love me, i remember i don't love you, remember also that you are never gonna love me, and that i'm never gonna know if this could as been more, only you know, cos that is what you said, that you know, you always know, i wish i could say that, cos i never know, but i'm not like you, then i wake up and i remember i'm not gonna pick you from the airport, i'm not gonna light your cigar, or stole a kiss from your lips, i'm not gonna surprise you, life wont surprise me, cos this is not a perfect world, you are not a perfect man, and i'm not the right woman for you, that is what you said.

i look at this empty bottle and wonder how many stupid romantic ideas can fit in such an small bottle of beer, how many dreams, how much love in just and small bottle. but i don't know that either, i don't know much, i'm nor like you.

cheers