The same as your non- existent window Like a hand s shadow in a phantom instrument The same as your veins and your blood s intense journey With the same equality with the precious continuity that ideally reassures me of your existence At a distance In the distance Despite the distance With your head and your face And your entire presence without closing my eyes And the landscape arising from your presence when the city was only, could only be, the useless reflection of your slaughter presence In order to better moisten the birds  feathers The rain is falling a great distance And it encloses me within you all by myself Within and far from you Like a road that vanishes on another continent