I didn t wanted to hang up the phone.
I woke up screaming, blinded
irrational light shaping randomness
in my sleep: there s only loneliness
i didn t wanted to stop
his highway voice while
the face remain silent, like a
usless pantomime standing still
when the stage is empty
I woke up, hysterical
without knowing this we
was another anatomy
nutured for our cement city
i didn t wanted to stop talking
just because my heart was breaking
in millions different colored shades
i had lived through
and i thought
the sky gets darker too rapidly
for my love to see
or even for me
to remembeber why i
did grow colder and felt happier
in silent transparency
and the fear is always here
doesn't even need a reason
it lives within it's own passion
repetition: the letters remain unwritten
too many cigarettes to keep compagny
to these sleepless thoughts without mercy
so the body shakes like a dance
a forgotten moves shared only
in intimacy
when the world stop is hysteria
and calm help us to see
we run fast when we' re supposed to be
to early for what is yet unborn
in those early morning mourn
there is still time to smile
as the surface: we are
even the truth can be a liar
sometimes
in nights like this
i wish i wouldn't hang up the phone
some words are always a home
but maybe it is time
to leave the safety
of irrationality.
Picture: Nancy Holt
