Lost gaze,
of men and women in the subway,
on the train or on the plane,
on the street or in the elevator…

Looks that remember a lost past,
or maybe a better future…

Looks of oblique memories,
of feigned yearnings,
of trunks full of joy and wars…
and of course, of love…

Of internal or external battles,
and light, lots of light…
and trembling…

Looks troubled,
stunned or bothered,
in a hug that maybe could dilute the error…

Silver looks,
as sensible children,
of lovers that fill those cold hearts…

Today, I looked you in the eyes,
and your look burned as a crater…
and I felt, that far, far away,
your flame still veiled the pater…