Out of the night I melt like molten plastic .. dragging him away all thoughts of people walking and does not sleep those looking for rooms in the clouds of oxygen to breathe again learn to fly .. Outside I see
trains and airplanes speeding as
toys plastic rails infinite
and magnificent wings for directions
always new
hyperbolic flights
horizons
lost ..
Outside I see the night
the Moon is a nostalgic
sensor memories
trampling of breaths minor
sweet shadow
sometimes
disruptive .. .. The night is plastic
hopes for when between heaven and earth
fade alliances ..
poetic project 2009/2010
"Listening from the Moon"
