is only a stillness.
these tombs are like doors
that wouldn't open anymore
and yesterday got accidentally
I sit there in silence,
watching the sky grow lonlier,
wishing for an october
that has gone by;
some says music still plays beyond.
and then I know
when it rains,
and you think I am not looking,
and so do the others,
with the smell of monsoon in your hair
your lips holding the same smile,
only the voice, different, like from an other world;
when you think I am not looking
but I look
and see everything
that I should have seen yesterday.
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