a phone ringing
so loud
a t-shirt from the late 90's
a typewriter
ran out of ink
the stereo's still working
in my mind
I keep some fragments
of that book
stolen from the library
no scandal
come on let's speak up
heroin
was not a problem anymore
trust me
tell me why
the speed of light
certain times
is slower than the worst of thoughts:
we share a lover
and a yet
I'm happy here
even if I miss you
and when the spring caresses my arms
I lie down
sometimes I think of that call
a rough tape recorder
captured our voices
noisy stuff
it makes me smile
the world flips
a girl stops by
a dog running after a stranger
somewhere else
no music playing
now we're working on a new record
to take it back to
the day before
before
pieces of my youth
pieces we all enjoyed
pieces of memories
pieces of a chat
pieces I will collect
pieces I will compose
pieces I will collect
pieces that won't be lost
time has stopped for a while
I've been waiting for the waves to
cover the shore
and suddenly I realize it's you
pieces we'll return
to you
