A moment in a diary,
A tenth of a second more
It flies, jumping from page to page
A thousand million moments to talk about.
A gust of cold air,
Makes a windmill turn
It goes on, going around its axis
Describing one more trajectory.
And it’s that there's nothing better
Than to imagine
Physics is a pleasure.
It’s that there's nothing better
Than to formulate
Listening and hearing at the same time.
Measure the angle between you and me
The solution to something mutual is here.
Don’t stop talking now
We are a pair of coordinates
Unknown, it still needs to be solved
Look for a book that says "How"
Then another called "If"
Continue, a third called "Nothing"
It’s the form of an endless circle.
And it’s that there's nothing better
Than stirring
Time in your coffee.
It’s that there's nothing better
Than composing
Without guitar or paper.
Parallel lines arrive, following me.
Space and time play chess.
Don’t stop talking now…