Fantasy

What was the last time when we stayed with the bitter words in our mouth? trying to exit, trying to escape but it's too late. The time never comes back, even to crush us, but it comes to engender ghosts and nightmares very cruel, this vagrant poem i wrote it  in a silent day, using just one hand and for an inconstant woman. She liked it, and that gave me peace, when she will read it, night after night, rain after rain, word after word, i'll know, she's feeling pain, my parched pain, my violin's screech and so? my silent it's not alone, is shared, my crude and remote life finally exists, for more than two minutes, thats enough for breathing.

Other shadow in my tears, other heartbeat choked