You Me And The Violence

Birds in Row

A provocation to loneliness, when all the best ends up 
into a grand march that doesn’t fit you. Insisting looks 
and cheeps perfumes on trampled sidewalks are aggressions 
that I won’t answer to. I try, I swear, I doubt, I fail, 
I tried, I swear, I tried, I tried, I tried. Just another 
witness ain’t seen it coming. I was sitting there and yes 
I could still watch silhouettes dancing, with some kind 
of interest. I ain’t seen it coming, month by month 
experimenting the distress of not seeing sense in the 
cadence of bodies. I’m sitting back in place and watching 
the world of declining slowly as a grandpa. All wrinkles 
drawn with millions of shoes used on the side of 
complacency. It’s simply not for me. I tried, to give it 
all a sense. I tried to love perfume again. I tried to 
give it all a meaning. I tried to remember. In the 
morning of my world, all love has ceased. And in the end 
it is only you, me and the violence, with no kinda 
limitation. Before the death of all hearts, when all love 
will cease, the hope is saving. Give me a way to see 
clear in this foggy sea. Slowly we walk to the end of our 
dreams.


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