We might be condemned
We insist to keep on particularizing elsewhere for answers
A question of a Golden Age
Having lost what you’ve once
Searched the globe for
Presented in a Space of Lucid Dreams..
A space outside of languages.
Be seductive or destructive
A world of words waiting to be read
Already sketching and waiting for a new story
A fairy tale to write about
A sketchy anticipation of thoughts
A conclusion or an argument to start
I am day dreaming about you..
“Too late for the Gods and too early for Being,” it is the time
Where it all is..
Would I have the same memories if I died today?
If I was reborn? Would you have them of me?
The past and the future
For the last hundreds of years
I’ve been living in Now only to find you again
Within the hills that carried you so high
God called you and suddenly,
You felt so lucky.. Yelling “Higher, higher..”
We spoke different languages as if we were
Created by different Gods on two different days
You are an isolated hero carrying a tune from heaven
You played music that was photographed by me
You can’t see me..