so we have all this text,
I fly
Through the window,
And many days
Left behind.
I do not hurt
All Things
yesterday
I could disturb.
Drawers are closed
For anyone seeing.
They are words that do not
I could tell.
But I do not care,
Because nothing touches me,
And there is nothing alive
Within my.
I float in the air
Since this afternoon,
When my head
Exploded.
Now the floor is made of clouds
And I look every so
A spy from
Where I am.
And see, and flight.
And see, and flight.
The neighborhood lights
And the night becomes day.
Shine like a tree
Christmas.
And I’m high very high,
And the lights of the cars
That slow every so often,
And start again.
And I see people running
As an endless choreography.
And I fly like a plane,
The smell of Mom cooking fugazeta.
And I remember that day
In you said:
“If you could be
A bird ‘What would you do … ? ”
Now I float
And I am what I play
And people do not see me move.
I’ll take
To go after you,
And tell you how it is
Everything around here.
Some mornings passes
Grandma Yolanda
And we go together
A stroll.
And I send a greeting
Pocha’s husband.
I play chess
And I can not win.
And give forward
With the kid from around the corner,
That afternoon I went to visit.
I’ll keep waiting,
Because nothing keeps me running
And someday all come over here.