there was a crystal house above the sand
the sea lived close to the window
and at night the tide invaded the land
the glimmering floor reflected the moon
creating whirling shadows on the ceiling
in a january's cold and dark afternoon
the waves were looking for a girl,
but she was not found
in the middle of the broken crystals
shattered on the ground
the water didn't know
that the girl was inside,
in each photo,
and in each goodbye
there was no one
for the shiny fragments to cut
because the past was shaped as a gun,
its memories like a door that was shut
