9 acessos
Imagine that you died
Forty nine days ago
That your soul departs
Towards
A flight without ports
Without north or south
Into a lunar ocean
A white light
Falls on the water
Carries you away
Your soul leaves
The sea of bengal
A reverie
You come undone
The lightness
Of not being
You let go
Release my hand
Everything´s ruby
Untie me
I´m no longer here
My shadow left me
I am gone
Imagine that you died
Forty nine days ago
That your soul departs
Towards
A flight without north or south
Imagine that you lost
Your color and identity
Your soul no longer lingers
In the bay of bengal