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there was a day when hours stretched as if they were from chewing gum
all trees were snowing
transforming us to elders way too soon
I knew that if I hold your hand I can't die
we danced as two silent kids.

you hold me into your arms. both became feathery
until we let the town behind us and we were higher than god
inside the darkness I felt your eyes burning me
and I wasn't afraid
you see. that's not so damn poetry.

poetry happens when you're inside a tram and with your forehead pressed to the window
you cry until a stranger's child shivers
poetry happens when you smoke secretly and your heart coughs from yearning
poetry happens when all men have someone else's lips
when phones lay closed for days
because nothing really matters anymore
poetry happens when I feel that I will decay
that in the bus station I'll become transparent and people will understand
poetry is happening right now as I wear black mourning our love
which was only born in a dream
from which I wake up just to fell a little more.