Chat Noir Notebook p. 127

Have you ever wished,
we had never met?
Have you ever wished,
I had stayed a letter?
Have you ever wished,
our minds hadn't fucked
each other so hard;
so good?

Have you ever wished,
I were prettier?
Have you ever wished,
I didn't know how to
write your pants off?

Have you ever wished,
you had given me a chance?

I wish I knew...

Just remembering...
How I held your hand
while you were crying
-looking beautiful-
and you not telling me
what was wrong...

Were you a lover?
Were you a friend?
I wish I knew...
Which one do I miss more,
the mistress, or the confider?
I wish I knew...

Chat Noir Notebook 13/10/2010

Ella

Los árboles me muestran las estrellas

En todas ellas la veo a ella.

Se llamaba estrella.

Era plebeya de belleza.

A mis ojos era la doncella.

Era ella la más bella.

Ojos de centella.

Amarla es mi epopeya.