\nBecause the good in life escaped with you,
\nI search for it in other people\u2019s navels
\nand keep on saying
\n\u201coh, this is great\u201d
\nand it\u2019s my mouth that lies and not my waist<\/p>\n
but a bed without you is an entrenchment,
\nmy lover\u2019s the unknown soldier,
\nhostage taken.
\nMy war goes on and on on every pathway.<\/p>\n
I hope you will turn up around every corner
\nand I think you don\u2019t know that I\u2019m still waiting.
\nI sometimes wonder
\nwhat would you say:
\nYou\u2019d say that you still like me and you would kiss
\nstranger\u2019s lips, you\u2019re not to blame.
\nI do the same indeed.<\/p>\n
It\u2019s sad how our song faded away.
\nThe words of our dancing feet are silent,
\nand now that it\u2019s mine,
\nfucking only provides the chorus line<\/p>\n
but orgasms without you are simply questions,
\nthe stain of my goodbye has turned a pun.
\nAnd kisses feel like tongue-in-cheek tongue twisters
\nwhich try to fill -but empty- my existence.<\/p>\n
I wish you will turn up around the next corner.
\nI think you already guessed what I\u2019m expecting.
\nI sometimes wonder:
\nwill you be waiting?
\nBut you\u2019d never advance a single word
\nuntil you\u2019re sure,
\nand I am doubtless,
\nbut that\u2019s something I wouldn\u2019t dare to tell you.<\/p>\n
So I put into this pocketful of absence
\nmy words, but your imaginary voice
\ncan\u2019t fill the emptiness
\nthat only your phone call could feed<\/p>\n
cause a poem without you is a thesaurus,
\nthe report in my private TV news,
\nand days became the slow tick-tack of waiting,
\ncorridors in hospitals, wax melting.","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
(a.k.a. Another Song on Lack of Communication) Because the good in life escaped with you, I search for it in other people\u2019s navels and keep on saying \u201coh, this is great\u201d and it\u2019s my mouth that lies and not my waist but a bed without you is an entrenchment, my lover\u2019s the unknown soldier, […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":125,"menu_order":3,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"om_disable_all_campaigns":false,"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-132","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/alexhernandez.es\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/132","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/alexhernandez.es\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/alexhernandez.es\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alexhernandez.es\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alexhernandez.es\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=132"}],"version-history":[{"count":14,"href":"https:\/\/alexhernandez.es\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/132\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5167,"href":"https:\/\/alexhernandez.es\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/132\/revisions\/5167"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alexhernandez.es\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/125"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/alexhernandez.es\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=132"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}