Espaloian

You were hiding at night
Everything had to be so simple.
There you are again,
It's your postcard.

Never being so close
to that person,
the risk of making a beautiful
mistake.

We are here...we
we walk through the dark streets, the bright faces
...and no ...
... we don't believe,
... we don't believe,

There is a star in the sky
that dies in the spark.
Quietly there
facing the road.

There you are in the street
at the red traffic light
because you entered a hole...