I dreamt of a city

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I dreamt of a city

so dark I couldn’t see

all those souls crossing me 

Hopefully my curiosity

would vanish slowly

 

I dreamt of a city

where all those lives, eyes and souls

all those connections and encounters

transcending my identity

would close their eyes before me

so I could see

 

I dreamt of a city

too cold to meet

too free

too hot to catch

 

My obsessions finally find their partner

at the end of the night

A fluid connection

which won’t ask for my opinion

& will get rid of my expectations 

until I ask myself what I’m doing there

 

The defragmented nostalgia objectified

Parallel lives, the billion lovers

The transcending curiosity

will hurt each time

they reach their given freedom

 

A part of me decomposing

for the traveler hostage

can leave freely my vessel

towards its own flower

 

I dream of a city

so light I could just see

– all masks are gone? –

where I’d stop seeing minds, faces, souls

 

Truth of humanity

through their eyes

The glass reader of intimacy 

Seeing them disturbs me and attracts me

Mistaking destinations,

misleading love and attention,

when I was just in love with life