Nelson

I left you behind. 

I left your love.

You were so funny and showed me life 

as something I had already imagined 

but never thought it could be true: 

all challenges were something great 

and every pain some kind of pleasure. 

You've told me to give a chance 

to love and to hate 

and to laugh of myself more often, 

to listen to bad songs with no prejudice, 

to party, to try the cold 

as much as the hot.

With you life was much more 

about doing than thinking...

Guided by fascination and desire, 

I knew at some point 

I'd lose my senses of direction, 

belonging, 

identity 

and limit.

Yes, I've feared freedom.

I told myself love was to belong 

rather than feeling, and 

persistence was the greatest proof; 

responsability, the biggest gesture

So I left you behind. 

I left you, love.

And now I ask myself: for what?

Through the window

I see you through the glass
I try to reach you

You are the reflex of a never fulfilled wish
An unfamiliar face in a strange picture
but I feel you

This silence goes beyond desire, despair or dream
Nothing really to be said, only the hope
to keep seeing

And I'm affraid to miss you if you disappear

In such a tedious world
Now I'm running.