I flew off
when I saw myself inside a labyrinth
with no decisions.
A guest in my own house
with syllables of love all over the pavement
like dust.
But you arrive talking slowly
and you ask forgiveness for looking like each other.
You arrive, from which planet?
Serene eyes and a complicated soul.
A complicated soul.
Me so similar to you
when transforming the sound of anger.
Me so similar to you,
a kiss on the forehead and then on the lips.
The wonder of being similar.
The tenderness of being similar.
The protection between similar beings.
I no longer wonder
if there'll be someone stretching out a net
ready to help.
You remind of this,
those who fly learn how to screw their falls up
and well as defending them.
And thus you do it, and you slowly hide
your cough and your heart in one same hand.
You arrive and know who I am.
Me so similar to you
when transforming the sound of anger.
Me so similar to you,
a kiss on the forehead and then on the lips.
The wonder of being similar.
The tenderness of being similar.
You arrive and make it pass,
the fear of rushing in.
Me so similar to you,
both free and prisoners of the same cage.
Me so similar to you,
a kiss on the forehead and then on the lips.
The wonder of being similar.
The tenderness of being similar.
The shock of being similar.