steaming pieces of tree

I find myself once again thinking of you, and this results to me so amusing that I'm planning of making a living out of it. And it's really unbelieveable that after all this time, no matter where I am you seem to be always here. So today I decided to reserve some minutes to honor this lovely and traumatic memory. If I may I would like to start for remembering that day when looking to the stars you promised me eternal love. But wait, I'm forgetting about the time you said I'll always be your beautiful princess, and the time I thought we would die of love in that very moment. I remember those sundays afternoons when we said goodbye feeling we wouldn't see each other for an eternity, and we were going to see each other the next day, and that nostalgia was only the melancholy of the goodbye for a great weekend together.

My dear, I treasure every single moment I spent with you like the most valuable artefact my memory saves. I know you'll live a long, prosperous and joyfull life, and so do I, but my happiness will be complete just because I will always have the memory of my true love, and nothing will compare with that. May I paint those memories in green? I would love to remember only the happy days and not those that kept me apart from you. Do you remember the day we were running in the rain, looking for a bus? Holding your hand with the sparkling rain around made me feel so free and complete.

I'm not sad 'cause we are not together anymore, I feel lucky we found each other in the perfect place at the perfect time. You were holding a flower bouquet and I was standing on your way, with my heart wrapped in a pink metalic paper. For a second I looked you in the eye and knew I would love you forever. The next day we were dancing by the monitors light, and you kissed my neck and I felt how every single drop of blood in my body was singing your name.

So the days passed by, and you owned my heart, and I owned your life, and together we were eternal, we felt like iron ladybugs almost invisibles but majestics. We thought we flew, but it was only for a few minutes, for a few meters, but in my mind it lasts forever.

Today I'm cooking this meal for you, or maybe for us. I wish I could hold you tight, but I cann't anymore. I remember the day a shining star came down for you. You didn't even seem to notice, but you were flying in the air, far away. I think you must have realized by now that we have been thrown apart. That we will never be together, nor the same. I think you see clearly now, I would even dare to say that you know better than me that this is a long, painfull farewell.

It's nice to dream we'll be together someday, but we both know that the train I took will never go back to your arms, so now you can't go after me, now that you have been taken so far from me, I would walk to you if I could, but where are you now? I don't feel you, I can't smell your scent, and to be honest I don't need you either...

That's the most painfull thought, I wish I still need you, but I don't and that's why today I'm happy, 'cause I know you feel that way too. No matter what you say, you know you don't need me anymore. I know you'll live a long, prosperous and joyfull life, but tonight at least in my dreams have dinner with me, today I cooked steaming pieces of tree...


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Natalia Lafourcade