How strange can love be ,
You put all your heart on my heart
knowing that it beats for another
anothers, who will never be mine .
Those anothers , well
they put their heart on another anothers
knowing that those another anothers
often don’t have a heart
and what beats is something else .
In any case however
in every case however
Our hearts resemble a piece of property
mortgaged easily to that ” someone special “
or are often , like a room
rented readily , again for that “someone special”
but with always a little room , for someone else , just in case .
or is it like an amount
to be always paid in advance
but amounts , all amounts are corrupting my friend
for love never really cared about amounts
but only amounted to pain
if , it had no amount .
How strange can love be .
we all win ,
yet we all lose
we all lose,
yet we all win
always , at the heart
be it alone or conquered .
How strange can love be
the more you struggle to run away
the deeper you get trapped in it .
Just like a quicksand , slow and steady
but this trap , it frees you
frees you from everything
perhaps even you .
How strange indeed can love be
Even after all this truth
you still have a little bit of me left in your heart
like the mud that sticks behind the shoe
resistant to everything .
While I put all my hopes
on an impossible heart
whom I hope to meet , one day .
Your heart , it brings light
and I always shy away from it
yet I never fully admit
that I have always been afraid of darkness.
How strange can love indeed be .
But Love , oh love ! it was never really strange
it was always like that friend
whom we all abandoned ‘
for someone or something else
that which always alluded us .
(poem and photograph)