An invitation for the sun was sent,
That of, whats they call the world:
A reconciliation for a rest,
The light blurs,
Only when you enter the tunnel, not on any end,
That’s why it’s best for you to sit at cinema halls alone..
In the absence of light.
Better to bleed your breath on tracks,
To remind the awakening of the night,
The night also wakes up,
One summer amidst wind valleys,
In your heart,
The best quilt that warms you,
Is the abyss that you cover with your eyes.
You saw the true sun,
Between the silence of two heartbeats,
Between the days of two wars,
Between the rest of intervals,
Between the layers of a biscuit,
And you agreed to keep it hidden there,
Eternal peace of a restfull sun,
The true one.
We giggle at the one in the sky,
Reconcile our fight with it,
We face it, but laugh it off,
You’re the true one;
Let’s laugh of it,
While we wake up, everyday,
Day after day,
From the scrambs left,
Of dark cinemas,
Chocolate bars,
Empty books,
Intervals breaths.
We try to decieve ourselves,
That we were right,
Heroes for a century,
Logos over beds,
We shine from our hearts.
zaki monzer 