faces looking faces

Faces looking faces, faces, faces...

A crowd breaking shadows in the moonlight:

pale faces looking.

I've been here before?

In this light I'm trying to draw your face but

there's no wisdom in this brain, dear.

I know I'm a tired man in

a morning that comes quickly.

I can't remember your name,

my dear, my dream?

I'm trying to take a picture but

I don't know this place, I wasn't here before!

I know this sensation. I felt it before!

The brain hurts and

for now, I'm only waiting

for the miracle you 
try to come here, again.

But I only remember the ties, good bye...

I know I come from old kisses,

aged wrinkles in our cheeks.

I know I'm looking for the cartography

of your skin. Sound of your footsteps

and I'm trying to forget:

Oblivion is our gift.

And I realized I forgot how to pray.

I'm playing to change the name

of all the things of the world:

the rain is the cry,

the night is the black,

the pain, the love...

photography: "the way", kodachrome transparency and antipoema by © inercies_