June has been a box full of surprises,
it all started on saturday.
White light reflected on a rock,
was melting all the shapes around this place.
If I had arrived in time,
I’m sure nothing would have changed.
A fistful of minutes of delay
and the universe collapsed on me….
Since that day nothing is the same anymore,
every evening I come back to your door
and I ring the bell but no one seems to hear,
maybe I’m a victim of my fantasy.
Please tell me that you were not unreal.
White summer lost in a long day-dream.
I’m thinking about what you said,
but everything seems so illogical.
A faded picture in my mind,
I don’t even remember your face.
Since that day nothing is the same anymore,
every evening I come back to your door
and I ring the bell but no one seems to hear,
maybe I’m a victim of my fantasy.