I reach the sunset’s movement/ I hide myself in people’s blows/ I dissipate between guffaws/ in the fall the planet’s epidermis decays/ dreaming the early periods

We move the peace through all existing feelings/ they dull like the water colour stains afar/ like the most intense colours on the clothes/ after 30 days under the sun/ we move the uncertainty of the child knocking the window/ that calls for his undue maturity/ we move it away

The small hands gather dried leaves/ we make nests for the mornings/ to repose in their sunrise

The night is straiten like a highschool’s corridor/ in which you cried too much/ in which you grazed your nails on the walls/ and you walked from one end to another/ for hours/ with the fists tight with bitten lips/ and memories in your pocket