You'll lie to my eyes.
You'll fail if you touch me.
One can't forget
a lie that speaks
and has no words,
but it will say what it feels like saying.
Everyone has their limits.
I understood yours well.
Having understood them already,
I pour myself a drink
at night when the sky shines
but there are no moon nor stars.
I'll remember the feat that,
that moistened my eyes but looking at you
was already impossible, didn't work.
You'll remember the fear that
I waited for you to try by trying it myself,
the fear of everything being born quickly and dying quickly.
The lacerating distance
between trust and illusion
is an open door
that doesn't close itself.
And that has no words
but will say what it feels like saying.
There's a difference between love
and all its dependency.
I call you if I can,
or I'm killed by your absence.
I'm suffering because of this love.
The more I live it, the less I learn.
I'll remember the feat that,
that moistened my eyes but looking at you
was already impossible, didn't work.
You'll remember the fear that
I waited for you to try by trying it myself,
the fear of everything being born quickly and dying quickly.
It will stay like this!
Me saying it to you in every way possible
but then nothing will change.
It will stay like this!
Me talking to you again but still,
by forgetting you I'll love you.
For every embrace, a gift
even if I'm alone afterwards,
never thinking, never wanting
but always knowing it will never change.
It will stay like this!
You'll lie to my eyes.
You'll fail if you touch me.