The Tattooed Rose
Miscellaneous
At the Side of the Road
I'm still sitting on the side of the road
counting the cars swallowed up by the night,
maybe you've already found someone for the your new fairy tale
and a solid boat to cover new routes.
We were born and raised imprisoned in the same dream,
in a city where the night seemed like the sea,
but you don't remember how strong we felt the need
to escape from everything and everyone just to be able to hug each other.
Then, your cutting silence
It slowly began to sharpen,
like a red-hot blade
Planted straight in the middle of my heart. May the wind destroy all my fears, may the wind erase all resentment, may the rain corrode these chains that still bind me to you.
Now I know well what I should have said
that September evening down at the old pier,
there where sailors and thieves go to disappear
and the poets of the nightâ ¦. They take flight.
May the wind â¦â¦.