Yashanti

(ao som de Yael Naim)

To die solemnly, and disapear
at these strange hours
when I am nothing

The void at the end of a day
after full redemption
colors and motion
and your curious sensing me
that afternoon like any other
when I could hardly move
to start a new life.

Another escape, another rescue
this white boulevard
this tension of everything there was to know
and impossibilities.

Oh, the end of day
the openness of our fates
barely touching
barely recognizing their splendour.

Lovely hair, eyes, smile - your skin
and goodbye.

Shiva

Oh my anger, carer of these wounds
healing force, of separation:
Lastly, you and me
God of Truth
Shiva to lost dreams,
to die through me, finally

And Fury, endless tear
of my broken images
ressurecting

But I am deeply sorry:
this heart on blight, as having
fire and silence
slowly across life
into darkness again

And Anger, hot and pulsing
beyond returning,
against indifference
against obstacles
against Time or fear

To images slowly fading
to rage against, to light again
this heart on blight
alone returning
on bond's eternal blindness