warm feelings

i sit and wait

as the rain does not come

i feel the warmth of a passage

always shaking,

gliding as my heart goes forth.

i sit and wait,

i find myself in a margin

in a greenish tower,

falling apart as my feelings do.

no blues,

no piano playing;

the violin arch still goes

like an arrow

aiming a far, far away soul,

beneath the border,

the limit, though,

going away

in a forgeftul manner.

(inspirado num poema de moriana2)

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