The night unveils its stars
in the dark that floats over your head.
The wind brings memories,
cold memories of winter, in the middle of summer.
Total silence, not even the radio sounds.
The "D.J." holds, hides his words
behind a broken microphone.
The blinds in my room
open and shut disturbing the peacefulness that once existed,
while the dust falls gently
after having accumulated for so long
over my blue sneakers,
making them appear older than they did before.
Silence -it doesn't stop speaking-
its speaks to me of yesterday, today, and tomorrow,
...and of you,
it speaks less and less.
In the corridor
I begin to hear your footsteps.
You walk towards my bedroom, you stop at the door,
meanwhile I observe, and my thoughts tangle and bunch up like the twisted sheets on my bed:
you see me, smile, get closer, take me slowly, caress me, warm me.
And in your arms I sleep, dream,
I awake! What is wrong with me?
You aren't with me.