even if our souls
smouldering almost shattered
accepted one more fire brand
and even if enchained they rose
sometimes
so what!

even if our arms were
breeding by spores
to let us be embraced
and if the shiver spoilt them
sometimes
so what!

even if we are hiding behind the demented dream
trembling for beauty and wan
purifing that unique and unpractised word
and even if the space isn’t for us enough profound
sometimes
so what!

the reason is important the presentiment
nestled inside of us
two crumpled papers
while thunderstruck seeing us
sometimes
so what!

no cricket breaks the silence of the plain
lying under our hot footsteps
no tear trickled along the strained nerves
and used to drop from our common brain
sometimes
so what!

and used to drop from the wall
built by someone else between us
even if we have to take birth once and again
and if the hope for regenesis soothes us
sometimes
so what!