The shadow moves restlessly
walk, think, lean out
through the window, observe that it is
at night, it's cold, take shelter
with her body.
Look at the shadows of the trees,
of the birds that sleep under
cloud shadows.
A drizzle makes the roofs sing
He sits by the window
the rain slides on the glass
like tears on a face.
The shadow walks towards the street
under the shade of an umbrella
gets lost in the drizzle like
in a street full of passers-by,
merges in the shade of a tree
autumn, wait ; a shadow comes
of women, they kiss, now they come
together holding hands
cross the threshold of the door,
they talk, a steaming coffee
in their hands, talk about
everyday and complex issues,
about books and about the latest
discoveries in the universe
on theories that the universe
is a living and thinking being,
everyone thinks what he thinks.
A parked song plays
in the time that brings back memories,
they smile they embrace in a fusion
of inseparable shadows.
Write the shadow of my hand.
the music stays like an echo.
The street is empty, the drizzle
bounces on the asphalt.
In the distance, a lantern with its shadow
of light sleeps on the street.