Hegan
Zetak
Crossing
we were a disaster
an old map without a north
you in me and me in you
a sketch, a cruel rejection
on the pages of the book
words lost in the mist
but
crossing, we crossed
from the Cantabrian Sea to the border, crossing
we were an empty chaos
twenty-four bullets
with a wrong path
a chord, a minor chord
that no one heard
an eagle wounded in the air
but
crossing, we crossed
from the Cantabrian Sea to the border, crossing
and we placed ourselves at the mercy of the south wind
saying the storm was about to begin
saying the storm was about to begin
closing our eyes and a final embrace
until we fell
until we fell
crossing, we crossed
from the Cantabrian Sea to the border, crossing
