On the ceiling of my room - What could have been yet it has been

[Marcus Nalgaber]

On the ceiling of my room - What could have been yet it has been

 

 

After talking to you
I fell strange
strange 
strange

My words
become undone
and they get lost
in unrelated letter
roamong my state

And 
so 
lost
in the parenthesis
I contemplate
hopw
the light
filtering through the slits of the blind
projects the street full of lives of others
on the ceiling 
of my room

I think about what could have beenç
and yet it has been
at least those minytes 
talking to you
it has been it has been it has been i
t has been

I inspire the moment
not to get caught
by the stream of what is gone

and I think about 
my diairy
where my hand will write things
that I did not know