Alma Novaes

 

Turning your skin in another season

The intentions, the best

The sun sinks and is reflected

In the smile, in the lightness of the conversations

The dish of the day, the cutlery,

The slur and snore of youth

On 4 wheels, teenagers

The various animosities

Men, Women

The future that is fragile and gains strength

In hope

Fears hide

the wound and the gall,

honey is life,

combustibles inside,

safe and uncertain!

We draw realities

in the broad spectrum

In the various glasses

The vacant inconstancy

The mutation that is slow

So slow that you could go

To say that it doesn't exist, doesn't happen

The sun yes, this star that

It always comes after long nights

Regardless of the moods,

and the years,

And it never gets old.

Ah, how I miss summer on my skin