Right in front,
The child of the mirror
Is watching you,
Still alive
But breathing out of me
Like death itself –
Deja-vu’s
Simple moments of air –
Past, present and future.

It’s only about
A bound of sorrow and pain,
Fragile and pale,
Under its scabrous silhouette,
A rope above your head
Is moaning in ecstasy
Asking for mercy…

We shall be separated
From all the waters,
From the all mighty sun,
The earth and the sky,
But never ever
From the soul!
We want it back,
To bring us further,
To give our ashes a meaning…

But she didn’t know,
Oh, he didn’t know,
That in waters
There’s no way of breathing,
That in the air,
There’s no way of swimming,
That in time
There’s no way of going back,
That within you and I,
There’s no place left for us.