Two in the city

In the misty lands of hopeless searching,
On the factories of empty days,
One lethargic day I was watching
This big city Where Nobody Cares.
Everyone builds his personal prison,
Everyone wears his pink paper crown.
There are thousands around who can listen,
But they usually talk on their own
Collapsed tightly in their plastic wrapping
Which your screams can’t pass by and pass through.
Fragile visions are blinding and cramping
And there is no more lie and no truth.
Other nuclear sunrise is near
And its black mass is ready to start.
But you hold in your hands all my fear
And my silence, wherever you are,
And keep taking me higher and higher…
In the breathtaking and unknown deeps,
In a candle caressed by the fire,
In a wound at the edge of my lips
That I had for all last rainy season –
Is a mirror of all I don’t say.
Because love’s never asking a reason
Why to burn and to rise with the day…

5th May.