2017.10.09.
Atlantis
Now that I don't know who is wrong and who is rightNow that I haven't any strenght to stay
Now that I move myself again and again I don't have
Anything and anyone anymore to defend
I move myself again and again I don't even have
The instinct to stay unarmed
It is all here, good wrapped
It is all here, like a gift that
Has my things, it has your things
We are two by all counts
Kilometers and other people's lives to cancel this
Time that I don't have to hold on tight your hands
Anyway I will go away, either today or tomorrow, what does it change?
Now that I move myself again and again I don't have
Anything and anyone anymore to defend
I move myself again and again I don't even have
The common sense, the instinct to stay unarmed
Everything is all here, so taken for granted
Everything is all here, not even as it was a box that
Has my things, it has your things
Has guilts to expiate in two
Kilometers and other people's lives to cancel this
'We' that becomes 'after'
That becomes 'never' and
'never' becomes 'never again'
Becomes 'only me'
Becomes 'only you'.