we will live more slowly to catch the traces of the past left in the wind we will recite prayers that we dedicated to the gods who did not often answer some things that never change
not matter what on Sundays I am bored in the perfection of
the suspended time just like when I was a child
At the end of the path, underground thoughts, casting a wide net in order not to miss anything. The basket of ideas is empty, but there are still some strategic crumbs to hold on until the next election.
*posted in July 2019, reviewed in July 2020