And that’s it, and there’s nothing after you.
There are fireflies and the immensity of the night,
and we’re just meeting up once again.
Outside there’s the beating of a thousand revolutions,
there’s Hiroshima and the global financial breakdown,
fears, delusions, and many lives which I could live,
and the appealing world calling out to me with fair eyes.
But when I shut myself away and I think of the world,
and I dream fictitious lives where there is no more fear of delusion,
when I learn to deal with the circumstances,
your eyes emerge distinctly from the turmoil,
and you’re my world and that’s it
and there’s nothing after you.
-Juan Martin Sanchez