watching myself walk

a journey
this is what it is
talking less
still smiling
but laughing less
this is how it is

trying not to love people
this is how it feels

finding bits of myself in corners of cities
like hidden easter bunnies

one little, two little, three little women
thaught me great things in the hells of their heaven
first scared of, than adored them
from my respectfull distance

one little,
and a second big man
there won't be many of them
preferred not to get to know too much
not to tell, not to live, not to walk the line
i love them
from my safe little distance

went to London, to get lost
went to Istanbul, to listen to the waves
went to Luxembourg, to realize
I'm not her anymore
came back to Paris, to exorcise
but saw that my yesterday is only today's dream to fantasize

where is the North stranger, where is the South
isn't ignorance great?
don't think, don't open your mouth

Need to earn money to have a home somewhere
allthough I'm a backpacker who'll never stay anywhere

sitting in a funny dark
I'm watching myself walk

taking pictures when I'm awake
I'm watching myself walk