You Me And The Violence

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.