Hold hands
And walk in silence
In these extinct cities
Let the drizzle swing
Only their footsteps sound
Steps not hummed
They walk in silence
The desperate
They burned their wings
They lost their branches
So shipwrecked
That death seems white
They return from love
They are reunited vigil
They walk in silence
The desperate
And I know their path
For having walked it ©
Already more than a hundred times
A hundred times more than half
Less old or more bruised
They will finish it
They walk in silence
The desperate
Slow under the bridge
The water is soft and deep
Here the good hostess
Here is the end of the world
They cry their first names
Like newlyweds
And melt in silence
The desperate
Let him stand up
Who throws the stone at them
They don't know about love
That the verb to love
On the bridge is nothing more
That a light mist
That is forgotten in silence
Those who hoped

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