Portraits of what we said

Explorers of the universe unknown,
Everytime we leave, we do alone
and only when we're near it feels like home

We've been speaking with mouths and tongues
for way too long
she said, It's time to let the eyes shine,
and jumped naked down from the song

We used to tear time apart,
sometimes

Someone did it for twenty years,
others have been doing it for ninety-five.
Time doesn't bother me really,
as long as you say you'll come along.

We also used to make colors explode, and run away
laughing like wild animals.
We used to play with the shadows,
never understanding why the light would cut
the tips of our fingers.
Every time.

Than we ended up discussing about something philosophical .
Is there anything in this world that is more than three dimensional?
What if we were in a sphere
and didn't know it?
We would all be flying on the invisible surface
of the biggest fishbowl ever to be seen
openin our eyes, happy to be trapped
inbetween.

And we read all the letters on the walls,
and from the deepest valley in the warm blue sea
she screamt not to bother,
forever isn't a matter of calligraphy,
it's what we explore in the layers of the obvious
and make religion, only for us to be seen.

And yes, we're happy to bother you. Indeed.
It may feel disturbing, the presence of absence of appearance

At least when we live without translation,
no need for explanation or transplantation,
not even for a nation.
When our law
is a paper figure bound to a straw.

We never end up in the same place,
sometimes astonished, but hey the face
still tells a story with no line
a plot with a hundred mines
hidden in the pages
that you can't turn.
They're mine. Anytime.

This is just a portrait of what we said.

Explorers of the universe unknown,
Everytime we leave, we do alone
and only when we're near it feels like home