Thursday, March 19, 2015

A reflection of shadows

Then we enter the most romantic part of town
Side by side carefully keeping distance
Once we bumped, at the turn
Into a small excuse
I wonder where do they store statues
When facades need a fresh layer
Under us the river painted in rush
Under ancient bricks
Everything a reflection of shadows
I feel obliged to drink
Dirty water makes me think about consistencies
Is there a deeper layer
Let’s not talk, all that needs to be said
Can be said in silence