Montreal (or Montreal, as you prefer to view)
was dissolved in a liquid mixture
accompanied by cigarette butts, plastics and various accumulated dirt.
She cried a whole week
from every balcony and every roof.
Drop by drop,
has consumed her menstrual cycle colorless and odorless.
that reflects the feeling of lack of winter.
Every step I take is now free to feel the ground without
sink restlessness of the unknown.
Now every road leads
every intersection and separates.
is over time to float a foot out of life.
again I feel the weight of words and passages.
of people and create opportunities.
fertile Finally, even if orphaned
squares,
I have the choice between his hands.
The caress,
pretending to sit on the edge of Ponte Sisto.
0 comments:
Post a Comment