I carried the pyramids of limestone, but not for them to become walls
Carried the words of my language, but not for them to be said by mouths
We're the same, my love only the stones have changed, only the herbs
The lord of this place is violent, silence and Carpenter's glue...
Which we'll use to mend broken arms and wounds
But we, my love, are the same. And the others don't know...
That our soul have returned from a journey through the world of pairs, one by one.
Tree by tree, stone by stone, herb by herb
We saw each other, and the air between us cast...
Away the picture of the trees, naked and apathetic not letting it flow through anymore
We ran to each other, screaming our names, so fast...
That time collapsed between our chests.
The blow made the hour break into sparkling minutes.
I want to hold you in my arms...
Like I hold my body of childhood, outran by its deaths with no limits.
I want to hold you with my ribs.
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