https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iFLr-ixe6Xo

After talking to you
I fell strange
strange
strange

My words
become undone
and they get lost
in unrelated letter
roamong my state

And
so
lost
in the parenthesis
I contemplate
hopw
the light
filtering through the slits of the blind
projects the street full of lives of others
on the ceiling
of my room

I think about what could have beenç
and yet it has been
at least those minytes
talking to you
it has been it has been it has been i
t has been

I inspire the moment
not to get caught
by the stream of what is gone

and I think about
my diairy
where my hand will write things
that I did not know