I want to make a film with memories
Of a life that has not existed
Illuminated by the light of a long sunset
In all the shots you would be you,
Following you in medium shot
As you walk by the side of a cliff
There’s no sun, there’s no night,
The blue of the sky slowly flickers
The grass, as you pass, finally sleeps.

You talk and laugh but it’s a silent movie
In which signs every
thirty seconds describe: happiness.
Playing in a non-submerged Atlantis, it’s titled.

I don’t want to see beyond that movie.
The official news that we have ceased to be humans
It’s coming soon,
Look for the road
Look for the road
And when you find it
Tell me it’s not empty.

I just want to hear a pianist’s dream in the projection.
But I know someone has said something decisive
What was it? You’re younger than me
You know how to interpret all this
When I stopped being human
No one warned me
In the old days things, you know
Were done in secret.
There was something sacred about evil
Now it’s fucking entertainment.

Follow the road
Look for the city
And when you find it tell me
That there are lights and voices
A bookstore open in the wee hours of the morning
Please a bookstore at the end of a street
Just like the one in Venice where the books are on gondolas
Surely there I could read you a silent poem that would say everything that matters.

I want to make a film with memories better than mine.
In all the shots would be you.
Playing in an Atlantis that hasn’t sunk yet.

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