the tiger/the lizard

abide in the space that the distance

between two hearts

forms

the tiger/the lizard

haunt the desert between

reality and wish

wish and goal

rain pours against street signs

promises are forgotten

someone lies, resting his head on an ancient aroma

the tiger and the lizard

pace in the open

sometimes i am the rain

with a thousand little untimed beats

producing a single sound

touching everything with a body of debris

which adopts the shape of trees and houses

agony and terror

while some people draw with their cigarettes

on the darkness

sometimes i am the moon

an old yellow moon

eaten on the right side

that leans on the windowsill

of the children’s room

and watches them sleep and move

while they sleep

sometimes i am the night

that is the moment in which old men

think of the things

that might have been

but i can never be the wind

this wind who goes around the corners

among white lights

and which over the night’s asphalt

drags me