
beyond the wall
through the evening
transparencies and
stories are floating
for sure,
time goes by and leaves traces 
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).