segunda-feira, dezembro 20, 2010

Is not the point that you are leaving.
Is not the reasons that make me go.
Is not your brain,
Is not my soul,
Is nowhere we can reach
or the time to reach there.


Is just staying somewhere.

Between heaven and land,
Sea and sand,

Breeze before wind

sketch before plan.

Is me without feet,

you an invisible man.

Mó*
20.12.10