Sunday, May 07, 2006

22 / In my mind..

She thinks: The man wrinkles his face but it's already worn, the coffe is sour and the shirt is torn but the smile is bigger than the Atlantic sea and it happens to bring out the Atlantis in me..

He thinks: Eu vejo mais ao longe pessoas sem fome com pes sangrando na vereda florida and the church bell dongs a remarkable song and I swallow the salt as I hum along. The woman, she laughs, as I pass her by in a patchwork dream I left behind..

Island of wonder where are you going?

Nobody knows it but it is snowing in the hearts and minds of every kind of universe..