This summer
I want the gold of the sun
to burn inside my palms
melted like an old vow
To breathe in the pine needles in your body
as it was
when the moon was rolling in the moss
fragments of a life washed away by the wave
And holding all my paths in my arms to reach
where the dream ends
where the knowledge begins.This summer I want to become a enormous Word
like a road that reaches the stars
and shines
a word with three syllables or even four
to contain all the others - like sea or I come!
As I shine
Summer leaves and takes me with it
who knows where..,
For the summer of the corona virus, 2020
Posted on facebook, August