sexta-feira, 1 de maio de 2020

blues as my quarentin 

see sea is vital on my journey. ultramarine.prussia.cobalto.indigo. 

blues of my quarantine. songs of quiet spaces of lost. 

scapes of no body. no matter hour our words fail again and again. 

words can  feel . birds can sing and sing.

arrived for stay. as blue skies of lost and found.

tricker norms in confidence places of solitude.

power of silence for grant of us.

blues of our quaranteen or fifteen or even nineteenth.

ages of self closets

homes for earth keeping faith 

sea or sky or wind or wisdom of nature.

blues of quarantine. ultramarine walks aline traces or thoughts 

blues if quarenteen flavors don’t 

see 

see oceans of salt

birds up top light house 

forget 

flowers of rush among tears 

blue poison of dust among fears

stones or bones sure you sea

forget

cobalto clouds waves of white light

seeds to raise childhoods of trust

blues apart indigo tissues 

letters from home

a tea for free branches of time 

moon around us lightning peace

courage to go on to see too sea


Rosário forjaz . Bonfim, Porto, Portugal, Europa, Earth. 300420

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