The color dazzles my senses,
they’re dense for the vague morning dim light
Impudent, I keep an eye on me.
I lose one’s way on the breezy look of this silent wave
You are enough for me.
And I become alone
cheerful to look what strikes me,
long a street that gazes me mine...
I lock in the color,
in the hollow of my thoughts.
Unmovable, motionless, shocked.
I fly, I slide, fast.
I’m all hot about a maybe painted in the air.