Two

¿Did this bridge's engineer know
I was going to sleep
under his opera?

Or that waiter...
where have gone
and how we used
those stolen glasses?

Is your mum
going to know
how we met
each other?

Nobody knows
what they create
with or without it.
Nobody knows.
Nobody.

Do you imagine
when will be erased
our sweet memories?

Did they imagine
which city you chose
to scape from that honey?

Are you like those
crappy crazy people
just making ….?

Nobody knows
how we destroy
with and without it.

Nobody knows.
Nobody.

You can “be like”
or think like Ike
or cut your eyes
with knives in Paris.

You can walk rude
the line that would
feel a green hulk
and cry with Bambi.

But you are
just another me,
and I am
just another you,
and they are just
crowd lost in the valley.

So,
nobody knows
nothing at all.

And somehow deep...
Nobody
knows
nobody.


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