Tati (part. 3)

A lost time, almost forgotten
Your image still clings to my mind
Like an echo that does not fade away
Like a shadow that follows my steps every day

I didn't know anything about you, and you didn't know anything about me either
Each one locked in his own world
Maze of homework and books, endless exams
Where the mind sails on deep tides

Sometimes exhibitions strip us bare
The trials drown you and fatigue is silent
But life goes on with its silent tension
And we, dragged by the current

I spent my time thinking about you without hearing your voice
I went to your old audios
Like someone searching for a lost sigh in the wind
And only finds the soft echo of the past

I love your madness, the spark that never goes out
The one that burns in your being and leaves me burning
I admire your gaze, your distracted intelligence
Your little patience even when it seems like everything is going to fall apart

That essence, yours, that runs like water between your fingers
It doesn't burn out or go out, it just shines, like no one else knows how to do
I would like to turn back time, look at you once more, talk to you again
But I'm afraid the words will choke in my throat
And only broken whispers remain in the air

I didn't think I'd get here, lost in your shadow
With so many words left unsaid
And moments that no one lived
But here I am, still thinking about you, hopelessly