Just because

Once

we mixed sweetness and fruits
Between the wings and the flight
Glued our bodies

With the same dust.
And lovely glued again and again
Now

Irony is an attitude of life

And when I remember the moments
Running the border of your body
I drink the whisper of your face
Wait for the silence of the night
Draw the lines of your lips,
And wait for a word.
There is nothing but silence,

Like a cutting edge

                                                    

Just because...

Clara Roque Esteves