
when the evening falls
I don't know where I am
but I know the clouds and the shadows
and the night that makes noise
Living one day at a time
it could also be like that
without complaining, no blurring
not eating too much chocolate
for fear of the rainy days
retracing my steps
to find where I come from
but can't find anything
neither the starting point
nor the finish
hadows would get longer
and I would wait slowly
for the light to spread out
before falling asleep