Circular

And so time passes and we drift away
From glass to hands, from seeing our blood
And so time passes and now they are further away
Questions mute, answers smoke

And so one more day, playing with oblivion
That returns to its den when night falls
And so one more day, weaving a deceit
Of things to do, of delirious hands

Missing you means remembering

And so day and night have blurred
With light everything is gray and with gray nothing is clear
And so, with every step I take, circular
I drift away from the body, I approach your head

Missing you means remembering