/Before you read,
A note :
Male voice: quick, monotonous, nervous./
Glass of soul’s eyes,
Two–side mirrors
With nothing INside.
As it falls…
We look and let it…
As we step, as we stop…
Nothing changes... still.
But somewhere
I had a sound,
I had to breathe,
I had to try…
Where I was
Something changes,
Something matters.
If I could... not to tell that lie… If I could…