Hysteria

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