I used to think that autumn was one season... and I used to name things when I touched them

And I was looking for you... when I discovered my loss

And I knew that I remain on the earth

I neither take a path nor hold it

Before you... I was the most handsome boy in the neighborhood

After you, I shattered the mirror... and lied to myself... when I waited for you and did not wait for it

Before you, waiting was transient

After you, it built a nest on my shoulder

And sometimes... I used to drink boredom in your absence... until we became the same color

There is no color to walk towards you... except the color of a distance with several intersections

There is no distance except time that I do not master counting

There is no color for things... for all things are farther from you

Sometimes, as I walk in you...

I do not find the door...

I just keep walking

As if the water of life... flows to wash your feet... and like a weak butterfly with no strength to move away...

Life was brutally cursed

To be drunk returning to you

I will leave the door open

As it was open

And I will leave my heart in its place

As it was in its place

And I will go out to walk to you

As I always go out to walk to you

The day we met I was

And the day we parted I don’t remember that I was present...

I was shy to the extent that I let them pull the ground and I fell far away

And when you left...

You left nothing but what pulls me violently to you... and a fractured reassurance

I still keep them.