You see how it is?
it happens that
something does not go by itself
to die
it stays inside you
it moves with you
it walks
it breathes your strength
and on the skin it writes the name
it gives you
you see how
you see?
a man doesn't go die on his own
it turns into a thought
it feeds on you
and speaks for you
It buys your mind
blows up the defenses
It silences your accusations
It makes you breathe just an hour
then returns again and again
It lives with you
It lives
silent inside you but lives
and if it lives on you
if it dies, it's of you
and talks about you
and it grows accustomed to an idea
that basically you want
it alive
and lives with you
It lives
opens inside you
then lives
and waits for the best time
to grow again
it finishes with your day
and starts again when you
can not send it away.
An Idea can't die
You make it die
and it lives, lives, lives
It goes silent in you
It lives in you