Edge of the World.

I've been thinking about you at the edge of the world.

About the time passed and the rivers that have fled far, yes so far,
From the mouth of the wolf,
Crawled from the scratches on the earth.

I've seen the sky rise and fall, so many times,
I've seen the dust scatter from the pyre of our memories,
Gathering inside the ink of the old myths,
That we breathe, that we exale,
Names that flood on our veins, stories like vines around our spines. 

I've been thinking about you, right at the edge of the world,
At the beginning of the horizon,
Where you become me and I become real,
And our blood pass from the end of your vessels into the arteries of my past, and our voices mangle to shed the mysteries of these eyes closed,
Secret, that we do know deep down.

That's it, now, we're in the fog.
In this deep bruising fog of the futur, where we're dancing altogether, searching for a time that is coming,
This line that I could not see, this maybe, heavy from the ascending possibilities,
We're inside. Sailors trusting unknown currents aboard the frail ships made of shredded certainties.

We're not done, no.

I've been thinking of you on the edge of the world.
But do you know what lays there?
I don't.

I see a light, and I think it's close. But I'm still climbing this cliff.
This is the very end of this strange Era that led us there.
What are we gonna do now?
The futur must be blinding, after all this darkness… could it be? 
I've been thinking of you at the end of the world.

At the edge of the landscape.

Will this be the final push?
Under this stranger sky. On the other side of the day. 

There are some cracks in the sky, if you raise your head, 
Some cracks inside the pavements of the stars, 
But these are flowers growing inside, searching light. 
Flowers from the sky. 
Raining petals on the edge of the World, 
Over the ocean, swallowed by the tide of tomorrows yet to come. 

Don't forget me, 
When you walk into the sea. 
At the edge of the other World, don't forget me.