I met you It was like seeing you for the first time I was so tired of being
There are no more journeys in bitstreams I was so tired I wanted to feel touch again I wanted to be Outside of an empty space With you The perfect excuse You were the perfect excuse You were chasing the same ghosts as I was You were looking for a chance to touch The thickness of the air The liquid flowing down our throats
And it was only coffee and our fingers intertwined
And I was so tired of this digital space I was so tired of feeling burning synapses Blinking eyes
And you were in the same wavelength I was And it was perfect to feel your skin And it was perfect to touch your hair
And it was perfect to just look outside the window And see people passing by
And you were chasing ghosts as I was
And it was so perfect to be with you It was perfect to be Not alone anymore
The city doesn’t roar at night, it stays quiet hushing while the wind sweeps away an old newspaper. It is of silence the black joy of rare light candles in small windows. It is of solitude the frozen ghost city framed by the starlit sky, by the aseptic vacuum of collateral damages. The car that drives through avenues with its beacon lights up reflections of extinguished lives in black corners and gray alleys. This is the time escaping through the omnipresent asphalt. The city doesn’t rest when the sunset’s, it stays perpetually electrified. The city doesn’t joy when the sunrise’s, it stays alert for each life that’s been taken over and over.
The powerful grip of the waves, the chilling whistles of the wind, the delicacy of trees long and thin arms are no longer present. It is time for cruel simplicity, it is time for the geometry of concrete, it is time for the aphonic symphony of traffic and its photochemical smogs. It is time for synchronized watches. Individuals are an aggregation of spaces airborne liquid and terrestrial like organized macroscopic cells. The bird is metallic and weights tons. The tree is hundred miles high proud and shiny.
It starts today. This is the lament. This is the gift. Fight for survival. In a world lost between nature and mankind. Divided by the idea of metropolis.
I don’t know anymore what’s happening around me Neither care where I’m going I’m waste reengineered, decomposition Scratchs, splinters, damages and contusions are behind me They were just intersections with my path.
My electric plug rests like a lizard in the sun. In the landscape white noise is just like a trade wind The algorithm turned to dust
I let myself be taken by the gust in your look By the warmth of the electric stand-by I find myself where I thought was missing you I happen everywhere I sublime the wave and the corpuscle I am an embraced end of night Like the moon licked by the clouds in an autumn afternoon
I’m past all matter disperse Like light, soil and bacteria I’m past all context oblique I’m above everything and clearly see the substance.