Today, in my matinal endeavour
I started to think,
thanks to some random music,
about "the us beneath the others"...


The us beneath the others happens only
when I seek your joyful look around,
in a bunch of our friends,
in any place far or near,
when I seek that out of my memories of you.

My natural resources are some pictures of us,
In my mind, my ipod, my computer, your celphone...
The us beneath the others happens when everybody
is around, and we don't.