I would live
only if the God
would tell me that you
will think twice

I would make
the long jump lose itself
within the deep heights
scenting of an
unknown perfume
of nowhere, never

cos' you didn't tell me
what's your name
and I didn't guess
where I am

life is so strange,
damn it, and this
across the road
which doesn't stop
pointing towards you
as if you were there
as if you wouldn't live
without a visa or
any other permit
in my soul
for this long moment
which lasts for centuries

and it spins spins spins
the Chinese drop
in the shell of my soul
lifting it up
and lowering it
absurdly
constantly
congruently
and nice dark-haired
every evening
your smile