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.