In a Western Space
I withdrew my eyes from the sight of it, but What was it? Still in the night I can hear the voice that tell the truth of wind and sand. In a remote place You lived, live, will live, In a remote place You found me, In a remote place I lost you. The time has lost the space, And the remote, And You and Me. In a near café I can touch the water that came from You, Oh! Just maybe I imagine … West, east, south, north. I am the west You stay in south In the middle of this is the east calling for an ancient belief. Can You feel the sun rising? Can You tell the history of all of us? Can We take the torch? I have taken the mind and the soil of this feeling, And with it I had pretended to be, But one truth may do not harm, Pretending is just the face of the mirror . Beyond this images, Beyond You, Me, WE, There is a land still awaiting to be In You, In Me.