I don’t know peace
and it’s the best
because almost everyday
in some strange way
I got this shouting
inside my chest
The sand was gone from my hands, taken away by the breeze. And in the end those were my thoughts, the wind was the time, and I hope that on this endless beach my grains find yours somehow.
It seems like yesterday when you said me tomorrow.
Then today, just like that, the time comes and stops.
you come and show me the times tables.
A world with more question marks
without the need to exclaim
where even the suspension points are heard…
A toast, a toast!
To all the times
they crumpled us and threw us away
they didn’t have the patience
to fold us right.
This story begins with salty tears and the splash in my face from angry waves. There, I said it. There was my home.
Salt and sand.
Blue and yellow.
Back in my gray mind I can’t think of a time without that fine warm breeze. The thing is - and only this - that was my home.
There, I said it - again.
Can I go back? To fine grains of sand or the salty tears? There I go, my mind wanders.
You said the problem was me, you said it.
I was so mad I came back to haunt you.
Yes, it wasn’t me.
Your heart had so many ghosts that there was no room where I could fit.