The memory of
your rythm, of your
heart, divides
the soul and body
makes me dance
again in the lonely
hours of the night

I'm swept away
by your negligence
by your absence
as if it matters
as if you care...

The rythm echoes
between the shadows
and whispers to me:
that the memory
remains
but the morning will
dissolve your pictures
in my head...