Simular to a baptism - foto por Paul Schiek
Incommunicable
I can feel my whole sovereingty on me
I say you a word
You mumble.
Concave winds
discover the simple path of my metaphors
and coalesces in my chest its implicit presence
that for my idea smile without saying exactly the muted word
leaving the doubt of consent that i can`t abstract your wishes
in
wishes
mine.
Away from the road
remains that figure from nowhere to disapear in my feelings
while the wait for meet you transfer to me the anger and courage
to get what I always got,
like if your way was argue my road.
Passersby feelings
ensnare my awareness of myself in a parachute on fire
and call me once more to sprout wings in the infinite fall of thinking and feeling.
Awake
in a dream
that in reality
is motion.
