Image Of A Desperate October

I was walking through a pictured street,
whose soft light was light enough
to show me the ground.
Everything was yellowish,
and my sight was staring at the horizon,
and it was that horizon,
the one where both numbers and dreams
are lost in the dark.
Then, on the left,
I saw the smoothest, lips-shaped, pillows
a man could ever wish to strengthen his hopes upon.
She was reading kind of book,
and I was eager to be that pages,
and I was going up and down that street,
and I was imaging how sweet could have been
melting on that beauty.
And I’m there, still walking…
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[October 14, 2007]