NOW IN THE TIME

As the fresh waters rivers

Gliding serenely

A over the others...

… In the time now

Travel my brief dreams

Conducting my feelings

Washing my empty eyes

That targets the immensity

Of a time that will never return...

... Virtually the challenges

Already accomplis by imagination

They were the cross whips stray

In another night of illusion...

... Makes so much cold outside

In the darkness lasts mouth

And without knowing

If they were dreams

Pasts, presents, futures...

... Neither myself, could see

With my empty eyes moist

The waves of the sea gobble!

Autor: Valter Pio dos Santos

15 / Ago / 2015