Wednesday, June 20, 2007

The Strangers Will Keep His Secret

From myself to myself

there is a distance now

a room cut off in two

Someone was talking, laughing

he was like a mirror or something

reflective of inner seekings


Was it me the one who dreamed?

Was it my voice i was listening too?

Is he the one who awakes now from my sleep?


My eyes are getting bigger

Over a pillow's trace

printed on a skin

Was it my skin you hide yourself in?

Was it your dream in my words?

No one will ever know what he wants

No one will ever know what he thinks

There are sounds i don t wanna hear

But the smell of nights

spend apart

collide in a last whisper;

''There is a place where we meet''

Without knowing anything

Without be in it or be away from it

Was it us so far away from the scene?

Was it you the red on my chest?

Or was i the reminder scar in yours?


The stranger will keep his secret

Even if i fall asleep every night

in his sleep

Everything is melted in the

quiet noises fading night's sky

throws at us


Was it me the one who dreamed?

Are you the one awakening from my sleep?

















Picture: Gordon Matta-Clark


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