Carta

I didn't speak to you
Afraid that the mountains and valleys you find in me
Would fall at your feet...
I believe and understand
That the logical stability
Of someone who doesn't want to explode
Is good for the shield you are...

Longing is the air
That I keep sucking in and accepting
Like a summer fruit
In the gardens of your kiss...
But I feel you know that you also feel
That on a bigger day you'll be a trapeze artist without a net
Hovering over the world
In everything I see...

Today I woke up and remembered
That I am a wizard magician
That my crystal ball is a sheet of paper
Where I paint you naked, naked
In a flame of mine and yours.

I suspect you haven't noticed yet
That your destiny was invented
By broken record players
To which you are adapting...
And all your strategic planning
Of heart synchronization
Are laws like walls and ceilings
Whose glass you step on...

I long for the day you wake up
Above all your numbers
Square roots of subtracted sums
Always with the same solution...
You could stop making life
A vicious cycle
Harmonious to your spoiled gesture
And to the palm of your hand...

Today I woke up and remembered
That I am a wizard magician
That my crystal ball is a sheet of paper
Where I paint you naked, naked
In a flame of mine and yours.
In a flame of mine and yours.

Sorry if I made you fire and night
Without asking for written permission
From the gods' union...
But it wasn't me who chose you.
Sorry if I used you
As a refuge for my senses
Piece of lost silences
That I found again in you...

Today I woke up and remembered
That I am a wizard magician...

...where I paint you naked, naked
In a flame of mine and yours.
In a flame of mine and yours.

You still hurt someone
The shot missed me
You still hurt someone...
If you didn't give yourself to anyone
You hurt someone
To me... it missed me.
To me... it missed me.