The geography of darkness
is a room painted black
a sea of anxiety where the thought drowns
I was speaking to you but really I wasn't there
The geography of darkness
The pieces of advice then don't help you at all
until the false overlaps the true
until lead covers the whole sky
and it is easy to fall inside there
more than you think
Just a wrong
movement is enough
to remove your breath
It's like walking in a labyrinth blindfolded
without finding the exit
searching to give an explanation of everything in this life
'cause in the end it can't be understood in full
But then
the promise of the sunrise
gets closer
and the darkness is exchanged with the light of the morning
between us
The anxiety that becomes adrenaline
the black that is transformed into seawater
the snow thins out
and the shore can be seen
And you were telling me everything passes
I was asking you “When does it really pass?”
And the train track still has not come out
to take us away from this weight
And me, who doesn't remember the lightness anymore
of a stupid conversation
of laughing for no reason
of giving a little less of a shit
of still seeing this glass a little fuller
because it's dangerous, you know, speaking about the future
like when the sun shines and after a flood comes down
because 100 years of studying aren't enough
to orient oneself in the geography of darkness
But then
the promise of the sunrise
gets closer
and the darkness is scalded with the light of the morning
between us
The anxiety that becomes adrenaline
the black that is transformed into seawater
the snow thins out
and the shore can be seen
And it's not a coincidence
and it's not my fault
that the subject that is studied less at school
is geography
And it's not a coincidence
and it's not my fault
that the subject that is then known less
is geography