we would be holding hands
before the shadows of the earth
the threat of water
and even the pain
it was on the knee
or in the heart
we would not remember but
we would be holding hands
we would watch
over there
where the pages are filled with
carbon and history
while holding hands. 
As if the earth was trying to distract itself
of what's going on inside,
as if the earth got tired of
what we do not talk about
as if there were too many memories
and she was going to sleep, instead 
Like a lifeline
words meaning almost everything
which get to the bottom of it
in the early hours of the day
which go from one question to another
One only needs to believe
but even if you don’t ….
Behind the door life begins
I draw with the pencils of another
that is a surprise !
I will say to myself I don’t know
I might say to myself maybe
like many things that don’t last
the world will not change
and we will fall from our knees
at the end of long lines
which do like the cold
Images that come back
they are not invented you know
they mean something
I said to myself i won’t do
that but did something else instead
and did not even notice
(and maybe it was not any better)