It’s autumn here beyond the hills of yesterday
Where time became a tomb for all the versions that have fallen
Where I’ve imagined stories spinning eternally as a night in chase for its light
Where a worn-out soundtrack finally surrendered
Where the blue was walking as a king over a dance and its will.
It’s all a street heading for tomorrow
A room with a red spot and a prefabricated confusion
A whistle for the shadows and the many dreams of a naïve collection
A swing for the unformed scars, duels and “once upon a time” lines
A movie capturing the spells of the now on a wiser sky.
It’s a morning playing the piano of today
A reminiscent spring painting oblivion in hope for a new game
A river carrying the farewell of the rain
A door opening to a passing by tale
An invitation sent to an undefined self.