Cristina Selva
Cristina Selva
Hold my dreams
I look at you shamelessly, I watch you, I seduce you,
I invite you to my asymmetrical worlds with the obscenity of my blue.
Those serene, attractive and magnetic blue eyes…
… Eyes of light.
You think you observe, that you admire me, or so I deduce,
I know you would enjoy my lips of furtive kisses,
of my secrets yet to be uncorked.
Already the vividness of my red attracts you, enraptures you, captivates you,
takes you out into an entertaining cosmos, into fleeting chaos.
I know that you are tempted, that you are tormented by my crimson.
It dyes you that new craving to be brownish.
Your lazy child’s play gets stuck.
You are already devouring my colored energy…
… already uneasy in my lipstick.
… you are already unsettling in my lipstick, wait there, don’t leave me, there are still planets to be discovered.
My dreams fly alone, free, free, fluffy, fluffy.
and yellow.
And somewhere they have to land on me.
Vast is the line where they rest because vast is the plain
that have to be crossed,
Vast the stony soil of paprika and thyme.
As vast as your intentions, as wide as my sea.
And that’s enough of my wanderings, today you have to help me.
I only ask you, if I should falter, to maintain the limit of my sanity,
That you hold the raffia firmly.
And if the distances were to lengthen and my somber look began,
balance me stable in the waters of my madness.
Give me those hugs you reserve for me. Delicacy.
Hold on with me, bring me to that other shore.
Don’t let my fantasies drown,
hand in hand, only if I lost my way,
save my birds, fragile, soft, yellow…
And so I can invite you to the twilight of my days
and I will say, yes I will say it, that you were spring!
Cristina Selva
Writer
And I will say that you were spring