Watercolours
Water dresses up:
Colors shoot in my mind
as if they were birds.
You stay crouched
At the bottom of the memory
Painting our days
I reflect in you but you hide
Your stranger visage
In the evening's shade
Transformed in a present memory
Paints our days
With the colors of silence
Don't search for the exit
Let yourself go to the slow
Walk that knows nothing
Digging, digging and digging
Without fear of losing yourself
Within the mists' void
And the gaze thins out:
Blade that rends time
To protect our day