Again

I was dreaming.



We suddenly see each other, I was with a friend, a lost one; wich in this days I don't feel so related to, I never was. I saw you there, at the end of the road, left lonely by her I aproach to you but you take a step back, as if you were avoiding to have any sort of contact with me. It was strange, not only the situation but the feeling, it felt like if I was you, not in a material way, i didn't have your body, i was i, with your fellings.

Then, when I go to the handrial to think, to get away of you, you walk behind me, like if you were following me, like if you wanted to talk to me, but you where silent, not a word get out of your mouth.

So, I sit down in the sidewalk and later on you did it too. Like in those times.
I was wearing a velvet hat, it was covering my face, with tears in my eyes, i lay back my head to dry them into my throat, to swallow my pain; yes, still.

Then, holding hands, you where getting close and, with a slow movement, over me.
Without eye contact, eventually we where . . . I was slowly laying down my back . . .







This is a picture with words

/. nothing to say. nothing to look in each other faces . without a felling, in that grey circus night dreams fall down behind a velvet hat . /