Meanwhile

Gathering images...
navigating through clouds and seeing the ocean...
ashes are on the ground
the sky turns blue and red all the time...
looking throughout a window ... 

papers are flying by...
a needle... 

bread... 

and a cigarette
the lamp's on and off...
the room is filled with scent...
everywhere throughout the doors... 

mind is being opened
A finger touches a doorknob
A hand opens a window
in the past...
doors were closed...
windows were shut...
all was said and done...
the future rises like a phoenix...
days of future past emerges...
Ich kann dir finden...
Toucher les yeux...
pendant le croquis is made...
as palavras vão se soltando...
the mind is everywhere...
head's not here...
corpi senza anima appear...
regarding twilights on our heads, the curves don't exist...
the path is perfect and straight...
In the dusk... 

faces appear by a carry on pigeon...
crossing roads...
looking to the lights...
filled with joy...
being lost and forgotten...
sensing stone upon stone...
Scent's there also...
the train arrives and hundreds of voices and thoughts are muttered...
whispering untold secrets...
waiting for a passage...
for a ticket...
hoping to draw a perfect line...
desiring food and thoughts altogether...
sounds heard on the landscape, while a canvas is dry and clean...
to paint...
to draw...
to picture images...
in the brain all's wet...
regarding eyeless at dawn...
I ask myself :
Who am I?!!
Where am I?
What can I do more?
thoughts remain thoughts
doubts remain doubts...
A saudade persiste...
meanwhile a door is open...
and all is crystal clear...
THE END