What will become of me?
With the same sky as you,
with the same desire
to look at the Sun,
to look for my Sun.
What will become of you?
Together in a pond,
I’m swimming…
Singing the songs
of my childhood today,
the same ones that you dream
of singing.
What will you be?
A skyscraper on a floor
made of glass.
What will you be?
An old, abandoned land.
What will you be?
A hungry dog
in the shadow of a bar.
Maybe you’ll become
the big boy
That beat the darkness.
What will become of you?
Together in one body,
I’m wandering…
Your mind is torture
and it is your salvation.
Do not you understand
that will to scream?
What will you be?
A skyscraper on a floor
made of glass.
What will you be?
An old, abandoned land.
What will you be?
A hungry dog
in the shadow of a bar.
Maybe you’ll become
the big boy
That beat the darkness.
- © Adriana Vidano
