A red shudder
passes through me
I’ve opened the doors
to the silence of unknown musicians.
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.
I tone down that severe environment,
it is full of unresolved and tasty quiet.
I taste the drip corners and I shine into an hot limbo of faraway and tribal music.
And I become alone
cheerful to look what strikes me,
long a street that gazes me mine.
Something is happened, something always happens. A smile, a word, something in the air.