A bunch of memories and photographs
Spread in months less than a year
July, December, January, March, April and May
They got three seasons
They might get summer as well to close the first circle
How many hoops can get into your chain?
How many places, how many destinations - with her?
You make her see a long chain in the horizon, made of gold
Is it just another hallucination?
Is it just another hallucination?
She never let her imagination go free, go ahead
She’s never before used gold to create
This is the first time two bodies
Talk to each other
Silence writes the most beautiful melody
Embracing voices that cannot be heard
And it all makes sense for a moment
Her heart beats fast without rushing
Her lips want to be kissed without asking
She will walk all the way up to the top
Struggling but not complaining
Completely alone. Completely with him.
On the way, she will be putting on the t-shirt he left,
every night,
to sleep with his perfume on her cold,
warm of thoughts and lust
bed.
Goodnight.
Miss M.
