This is about what I see from my window. The world, the people. But it's important that one thing is absolutely clear: The landscape changes everyday, and sometimes, more than once. Or maybe, my eyes change...
Sometimes I see a poem.
Sometimes I see a street.
The street comes from me.
It leads the words I see
To the world where you all live.
Sometimes I just don't see...
The street is dead and gone.
There's no way I can go
Back to the place I call my own.
Seu novo blog está demais, Ana!!! Parabéns!ResponderExcluir
E é lindo esse seu olhar de poeta para o cotidiano!