when I look at the clock

when I watch the afternoon

I would swear to see you

when the sun's rays

impact on my hands

when writing the letters

I would swear to hear your voice

there are so many questions

so many question marks

we could simply

be clock hands

turn spontaneously

leaving the surprise free

leaving random

what is about to happen

we could say a lot

or we could say nothing

we could look at each other

at midnight

watching the moon

to intense fire

of the spark of a feeling

of a flame that claims to burn

that claims to shine and shine in its path

we could simply

stay warm

of a warm smile

and a big hug