Fatos / Fotos

Photos are just photos
There are no facts
There are no facts
There's just the burden of being me
And seeing everything you gave me
Being worn down by time
Ah, if I could, I’d take
Your photos, your things
And build a temple
For now, the most sincere temple

Is still my heart
That brings you back to life every day
Amid the chaos of your routine
There are no facts
There are no facts
There are no photos
That can heal your absence

I don’t want anything new
Because nothing is truly new
Nothing is created
Everything is transformed
I don’t like the smell of plastic
It’s like my thoughts are wrapped up

I want something of yours
With your nerves, your shape
I don’t want a reference to the verb
I want meaning in the predicate
There are no facts
There are no facts
There are no photos
That can heal your absence

Everything that bleeds is holy
Everything that passes is a foundation
Everything that falls is rain
Everything that rains is a phase