I'm knocking on unforgiving doors
while your face is becoming more and more truthful
losing itself among the shapeless things
we call reality
I cannot remember a time when we used to be silent
when each of your smiles was so unapparent
almost fading into the surreal sunset
every gesture hanging calmly on the wire
of my secret dream
simple things amazed us with their music
strangers were we and strangers we are
embracing the lying estranged bodies
we call our own
were we happy in this silent world
that buried us in a forest of pillars
and didn't show the way out?

I see no expectations in the future
the horizon is blunt and foggy
the dialogue interrupted between the lines
no one but I and my mirror
crushed on the shore by your private island
of infinite shallowness