I saw you at all times I crossed the planet,
I held your hand when no one else was there
And as a visual Revelation, the Earth trembled,
And when the floor collapsed,
You were still there, with me
And our hands still clasped...
I'm trying to cross the barriers again,
Against the walls of our visual separation
And against the world I'm still surviving...
How can you love me if we don't exist
on reality?
I crossed one year ago your door into pieces,
Belonging your pain and past...
And what would be the future,
when you have nothing in your hands?
And what would be life, when there is no peace at home?
I'll wander towards your kingdom,
In one day, who knows, will plant potatoes together,
Or perhaps a realm of sheeps or cultivate diamonds,
And our hands will always intertwined,
Like the day when everything collapsed.
There will only be you and nobody else...
But I beg, by my fragile hands
and thoughts on flame,
By the absence of rhymes that screams around me...
And still beg, where should we go?
Are you part of me or are you a created character
by my absent existence?
Have we ever lived? Or will pass the dimension of existence?
Who are we really?
I really don't know,
What just know,
It is that I know nothing,
Is that still crave on the incessant wish to know,
Through all or none!
Would you and I, created beings in another dimension?
So, hold tight my hand,
Because we can not change the present,
But what we can is the waiting to something really precious,
That's only thing I believe at this moment.
Are we part of a single or a whole?
What I still don't know is,
How can you love me,
If we still don't exist on reality?
But just continue to hold my hand,
Like the day when Earth definitely collapsed.
(Joyce Martins)
