I’m here in the park
Thinking in nothing…
Really… nothing!
The wind is passing,
Passing for me.
To me;
And, I’m sited here,
Feeling the wind,
That is refreshing my face.
It’s cold.
Is winter?
I don’t have no place to go,
I live here, there…
Or, somewhere!
Probably I’m alone,
I don’t know.
I don’t even know,
Who am I and…
What I’m doing here.
I’m just sited in the city,
In this big city,
That is my life.
My life was to complicated,
To be lived,
That’s why I died.
Yes, I’m dead now.
And, I stay here just to feel the wind.
This wind that is frozen my face,
That is frozen my soul.
Alexandra Miranda (2007)
