I document the breath of days
The stillness of clouds
The earnest of the sun
Life downloading in cycles
That are so familar, that are
So unique.
I fold to the countless dreams
That invade my night
In the darkest places
I am awarded with sights,
Sounds and memories
That entrench the past.
I stop for one beat, two beats?
I lost count
I remember
The air that
Polluted my lungs,
The pollution that my feet avoided.
I distance myself from an
Engulfment lived
In the past
I am far now, so far
That bits of me
Are left in the woods.
Left for me, as for a bird
To find my way back
To something that, yet
Never was.
no silêncio 