erosion and oblivion

when the Jews chose the exodus the pyramids were already old

when Cleopatra was trying to conquer the Roman Empire, the pyramids were already old

when the sun rise in your life I am already old, too old

all this time, a lot of thieves stole everything that was visible

but deep inside me, far too deep to be found, there is the real treasure

what is waiting for the beggar-prince to find it out

the pyramid is not afraid of stone carvers and all other workers

because without them he could not have risen defying the times and the forgetfulness of the world

but the pyramid has abandoned itself and is waiting to hear the one who knew how to listen the silence

don't let me wait for you. we may not have anything to say to each other

because if all words die, scattered on the expanse of oblivion

how we will understand each other from the looks. being so blinds for all this waiting?