After all, if you want to leave me
I have nothing to blame you.
I will fly away, anyway,
like a bird,
with a burden leaning heavy on its neck....
perhaps I'll be strong enough,
proud of my madness, no strings...
what I believed in was some kind of fusion
or maybe a mirror of who I am...
in my bucket nothing more than gifts, symbols, or palliatives
to golden our moments...
I know you...
I'm identical to you...
wrinkles as tearing scars...
any hope sometimes,
just luggage ready to go.
I have no certainty...
even about you,
and I don't understand the trickling games of life,
but maybe we have found
our fucking, awful shit in a redemption,
out of sullen dungeons
and dejected graveyards,
beyond stale, rotten scaffoldings of a freedom someone tries to steal us,
and hovering over
structured regimes of imperant falsities.
One soul in two bodies.
Let's destroy them
and plant stars and stripes flags...
never alone, someone says...
this is the knot.
I've sunk...
deep inside my freaking standstill
or maybe the afterworlds of us.
It would be better not thinking too much,
fully seizing the moment...
Candlelight perspectives?
they are in our imagination,
not always in our command...
Let's everything, liquidly, boozingly, outflows...
