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
