Quite a few dreaming of stars, flowers, rainbows, but one can often read and not have to go too far to find that, again: O que nós vemos das cousas são as cousas - Fernando Pessoa What matters is to know how to see, To know how to see without thinking, To know how to see when seeing And not think when seeing Nor see when thinking.
Addressing the undressing of dressed-up hearts as if it were a cushion soft and pink in old house old home cold home warming up Whole in the window widows of living doors without flowers but with fears of collapsing if another mother or father are found instead of the fleeting one and only which child will be deprived of a mother or father? no time and no energy for all It's feathers lost While looking for a way to fly Together got home OK the house feels cold and empty metro is quiet misty colours and making muscles keep on walking taking care nesting doors may be dead Why scream now that it's too early and late? high clipping point No dragons Enjoying moments on earth. a nest the stable door stayed open all spring