XXLove letters

 

 

When a bike on the wall means inertia,

 

 

Before you were famous,

Before your works cost a fortune,

Before La Nouvelle Athenes was a dream no more,

Before you were ready to die in my arms like Mimi,

Before you were infected with sadness,

It’s consumption of souls,

Before I cried like Rodolfo holding your dead body,

We planned to have an excursion,

To visit the place of love curse,

It was the Ile Saint-Louis,

I counted seconds until our next rendezvous,

I was Savior’s selfish version,

Before you were crushed by the walls,

We should have learned,

Teaching each other the art of leaving,

Before you went nuts because of the leaky faucet,

We should have learned how to leave the world,

How to leave the security of holey hugs,

Fears and terrible thoughts,

Letters and dedications,

How to say and to mean ‘till the end’,

How to leave without words,

How to leave the handshakes that haunted,

Fake happiness, screams and dotted good-byes,

Many times words are just comprehensible noises,

We should have learned what an hourglass tried hard to say,

To understand when our time was over,

To leave not taking with us either memories or mistakes,

To look deep into once loving eyes,

And to say ‘All nights and all songs will never belong to us’,

To take no umbrella,

It rained,

Even if it had hailed,

We should have learned how to run far away from a shelter,

  We should have learned to leave everything,

We used to believe it was true,

Maybe one day we would finally find the truth,

Leaving the songs we loved,

Leaving the places we knew,

Fantasy hates restrictions,

Long time ago we left looking for love,

It was bigger than Casablanca,

We did not compromise for anything less,

At last we arrived,

We didn’t know why we were there,

We didn’t know why they held us,

Learn to leave without fear,

Admit it,

 

The door opened,

 

I said,

‘Let’s go’.