I wonder if you have ever

remembered my eyes,

dark as night, looking at you,

asking why,

laughing,

crying.

Have you ever wondered

if I live or die

or if I’m in the dessert

or fighting against

all hurricanes on earth?

I’m asking you.

I’m looking at you,

in your very eyes.

Was it a play?

Was it a gamble?

Both of us lost

everything

and won the possibility

to fly away,

to run away.

We were friends.

We were sand.

We were lost hopes.

Sitting here,

in the clash of the wind fronts,

where South and North

come

and have a talk with the rain,

I’m waiting for nobody,

I’m listening to silence,

I’m following the route of

your wrinkles,

the same wrinkles

you forgot in my body.

We are no longer

those characters walking

in our story.

There is no more music

to listen to.

Look at the mystery of the moon.

Look at the darkness of the universe.

There are no second chances

for reborn stars.

There are no second chances for us.

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