Covering Lasagna With Foil

Someone is going ...

loved goodbye. My heart becomes a piece of gum, stick to the shoe on the other and stretches. It stretches from my chest to his shoe. But the other did not stop walking. How elastic is my heart? May break the link?

The other looks at me with eyes of email or skype, I speak with your voice phone or their status. But I hear or see. I need the other's body. The hug. The look.

My heart knows not get on planes. My heart does not understand globalization.

is always the other who is gone.

And I'm left with my own words, my own fears.

The other the beloved, you will find new lands, new loves. But I'll stay, stay and grow old. My heart is stuck to your shoe. Give me back my heart.