we will meet on the island
where the turquoise rains fall
spreading the scents of wild flowers
and overripe fruit,
where cats gaze into one another's eyes,
endlessly
as if they have been searching for each other for nine lifetimes.
unknown endings
you said that someone knows better than us the maps whose measurements are taken by the length of ours
steps.
and that we will go exactly where we need to go.
or someone takes us only to the beginning. and we draw the end by ourselves.
