seven minutes


listening the same song
at the same time.
no matter how far we are one of the other.
no matter how bad is my english.
making our brains travel together
to another world,
no matter if it was just for seven minutes.
seven minutes.
seven minutes walking far from our sadness.
far from our loneliness.
no matter he, no matter she,
no matter they,
or their words.
no matter the success.
no matter if we have so many fails in our pockets.
it's as easy as
listening to the same song
at the same time.
no matter if tomorrow or tonight.
time is just another invention,
another lie that we tell one another,
to survive this emptiness.
listening to the same song
at the same time.
no matter if this is just another story
to be told in a poem
wrote in the middle of this kind of nights.