By allowing time and rain to delve in the desire of beings, the stone will get its appearance back, its grain, its gray.
hardly seeing through
the ropes of the lobster cage
can also feel good
Already entangled in the new year’s resolution, I am only dreaming of escaping from it. Satisfaction over resolutions.
That’s how she would create each day, collecting moments that would not repeat themselves, only knowing how to live them, drinking with laughter, in the green forest and the white milk, the lukewarm air and the singing