My mood tonight is tied to psychopath,
In the universe, the sky dome collapsed on me, the moon eclipsed the stars were offended,
Seagulls in silence, to the deep blue of the sea, to its calm waters,
You think the seasons have turned to winter, the breeze does not blow,
It is not possible to pass through the dead whose is read inside me, which I count as graves.
What are the songs, poems, tonight I have to defy the goddamn nature,
I came to my past as the occasion of my birth,
To the hypocrisy of those I greet, to the looks of my fake friends,
I have a good word for the lie of the one who says I love you so much.
Sometimes I would be a victim of your forgetfulness, your love of shopping. I used to pout, hunched over, leaning against the store door. Sweat was running down my head, I was dry from waiting. It was nice to be remembered when you came and took me. It was a temporary oblivion, I was happy to have reunited.
I remember the days when we danced together in the middle of the street. With a touch of me.. My mouth was filled with joy. A legendary melody to the rain when the heels of your shoes are mixed with it. Sometimes I felt like a microphone in their hands, as if fluttering in the breeze mixed with the excitement of those arabesque singers singing by shaking their whole body.
We lost each other a lot, but he would search for me or find me or whatever I would do, I would take my breath next to him. Being lost was something else, I was always lost and then found again. Truly, being forgotten was very different from being left behind in a store door or in the market among vegetables. To be forgotten was literally the name of destruction. What all this made me feel was the confession of my annihilation when my presence was so close to him.
If someone opens my dark door, if he finds me, if I see his eyes that ask for help. Again, as the wind hit, I carried the freezing cold from the top without making him feel it. I would protect it from the heaviest rains and scorching suns. I would always be there for her whenever she wanted, even though I was hurt, because I was forgotten, in a dark cloakroom.