Our Antipodes

Do you know that you are smiling

in your sleep?

Do you remember how beautiful

your thoughts used to be?

Have you forgotten

how you chased the wind,

how the clouds were pink cotton candy?

In spite of the ironic times,

I look for an escape

to where it all began.

Providence, look at the face

of the liar, see his symbolic tears,

which are the escape of the distressed,

which are the unreal desire

of the world.

In the middle of the night,

I dreamed of light.

About a clarity that would shade

wounded words, meanings without value.

Do you hear

your most beautiful myths

passing into the future?

Do you feel the lost paradise

burning beneath you?

I don't want to dream

about lonely prayers,

about abandoned remorse.

Guilt makes the night dress up

in the chicest stars.

I tried to keep the twilight

from extinction, but our antipodes

passed again.