When I write I carry out a trick.
Sometimes.
Some other times nothing happens.

You run through the words with your eyes
the quiet night
and I’m not there
you rest in the couch
rest in your own exhaustion
after the long day
you read my words
and move your lips
following my thoughts

suddenly

something strikes you
you open your eyes wide
and whisper that phrase

one
I don’t know which one

the one that touches you
the one in which you recognize yourself
the one that binds us
the one in which you realize we are not so different

I wove an idea

and you found me

you whisper it
whisper me

only the night listens to you
and I steal a part of your soul.

I'll wake up
in your Silence
standing at the edge of my sleep
in a night of rain
a window of storm
on open doors
in corners lost in mist

I'll send you
the dawn that crawls up my skin
all the secrets in my clothes
my arms to ease your winter
and calm made of water in the bath

I'll wake up inside your chest
or you inside mine
in the memories
of your skin made of snow
in the hours I've kept between the walls

Someday Somehow
I'll give you
a forest to cover our night
a breeze to keep us near
and promises written on my hands

Today

send me
your laughter in the streets
memories of you
a brand new place to hide away

take from me
a whole new smile
a hundred words
a quiet world to walk back home