Then I had no connection with the unreal
Walking to the strange country of the past
Where people develop affections
Where people attach meaning where emptiness is never empty
Oh how close iam
And you are far away
I need the moment of difference
The moment of strange unfolding into something I already am
The real moment in an uneventful horizon
Dreaming of you and your happiness
Dreaming of you and your tears
Where am I ?
Bluffing again
I have lost and this time for good
Memories of a stranger…


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