We are not you and me anymore…
we are just that fleeting part of yesterday…
Confinements, haste, fears, applauses,
infinite longings to embrace us…

Tenuous, ambiguous, suspicious …
we are survivors…
from a strange time,
of a sullen wind,
of a fatal wandering lose…

Pilgrims hungry for peace…
lost walkers without home or faith…

We are wounded,
we are scars,
we are goodbyes without waking up or understanding…

We are uncertainty, but also hope,
we are the test to overcome and finally win.