WE ARE (2002)

(We are) Like two birds

Captive in a room

The voices wasted

Devoid of words

Shorn of melody

No more to bloom

(We are) Like two books

Dusty, moth eaten

Sleeping on a rickety shelf

In some forgotten nook

The words in a coma

As if never been written

(We are) Like two eyes

Dazed, expressionless

Not even the ruins are visible

In the light that dies

No more the library of feelings

Just a pair of abscess