beyond the wall through the evening transparencies and stories are floating for sure,
time goes by and leaves traces
If I had a house, it would have lights, which would also make shade, in the evening on the white walls, and the doors would be dark.
celebrate that time
of day when the shadow sits
against the white wall
I saw a blue shadow arise out of indifference from my past, from my ashes, demanding to say everything what she had in her womb against all odds,
risking it all
we would go up there, as we used to do, and our homework as well, we did, full of joy, pressing very hard on the pencil lead: letters like angels telling stories (I never knew how to draw anything else).