An impossible but true story
My windows sometimes
shifts its position
and as it does
it pulls me along
on a journey
exempt from time x2
I simply see
my reflection appear
in the glass
as if it were a mirror
looking at me
searching
for something familiar
in a landscape I don't remember x2
In those moments
I discover
that nothing remains the same
in memory
except the taste of tears
tears tears tears
transforming things
into something
close
although blurry
when it comes
to describing them
My windows sometimes
shifts its position
but madness knows
how to describe
distorted sites
she leaves me there
searching for something
familiar
in a landscape
I don't remember
tears tears tears