almost crazy

The more he closed his eyes,
more I could see,
his universe of four walls,
they liberated their borders,
and his body melted,
in the infinity of his soul.
Vague thoughts,
they jumped out the windows,
iris arch of dried leaves,
they jumped out of their hands,
and in the fullness of everything,
he juggled.
When night was desired,
I traced shades of colors,
and picked up from the floor,
words never said,
I was dusting them,
to return them to the ring.
In your free moments,
I made memories,
in pieces of celluloid,
to project them,
about the tame beats,
Give Your Heart.
It seemed like a character,
escaped from some comet,
but when it came out at dawn,
to sing to the new day,
they wanted to be,
a beautiful almost crazy like him.