01.10.2021
the first day
gently tossing a stone
aimlessly, i turn to my intuition
putting on some flashy embellishment
it all passes away, people and places
the first day, taken in a breath, torn up and scattered about
the first day, taken in a breath
01.10.2021
leave it in the afternoon
from the closed window i can see with my own eyes
the strength of the wind
covering the blinding light of a distant tower with my hand
the sounds of brasília stop with a snap
even pressing on my eyes, the silhouette remains
the dancing light graced the mirror, restraining it
leave it in the afternoon
leave it in the afternoon
the setting sun, donning a hat of blue, avoiding the night
says 'don't stop now, before the ice melts'
the seat the cat across our path carries
invites you