Trending like a
dog walker, the disheveled...

Doing nothing, for no
obvious reason, engaging...

It was fear and anguish.
You were talking about evil. Returning...

Your memory returns
to listen to waterfall...

This night of the long vigil
has betrayed my soul...

Living in a different
reality. You wanted to confuse...

I take me,
in the whirlpool of bridges...

It should not have happened
this way, or that way...

It was middle noon
on the deserted street...

Who am I to know
the abstract silence...

It was the intense
pain, when you turned suddenly...

It was the frontal assault
of brutal summer...