and we are between bars
between cemitery gates
this haze is still among us
and the sound of the glass touching the balcony
reminds me of the times we could speak
the sound of the leaves
breathing down our faces
as we watch the beautiful crosses
and that peaciful felling invade ourselves
in one moment we never think we could have anymore
and everything makes more sense
as it never ever did before
but there's a barrier between us
that brings the unspeakable toward us
and we can't say anything anymore
as we die thinking the same
as we silent ourselves
and let it all go
'cause it's just past
and it's never going to be alive again
while this fetus is apparently not growing
i stand and stare waiting for the day
i can find something similar
as i did once
twenty three years ago
something as regressed as that
that could fill me up
and get us to that place that i find so transecendental
i could breath your soul again
and finally mourn something i should've mourned years ago
then everyone of you
could evade my dreams
and leave me alone
as i should be
and should accept.