Memories (Two)

memories (this poem with salema in collaboration) The sweet breeze of your words hit the wall of my heart, some are soft and some are hard, soft are those still I remember, hard ones are sent to fetch some soothing water your velvety smell with that of the angel works like a balm on the wounds of the moment throwing sadness to the salty ocean, the freshness of your departure burns me like a missile, I hiccup with the drink of your guerilla smile, the parody presence of you in the memory of mine is a massacre of my mediocre sense, so I faint and go deep to the unconsciousness to crash the beauty of my life in the put out light I explode darkness to crumble all the weapons of amazing love violence, I rise again to my senses to water and to embrace the iron tree of your remembrance.