the sound of insects leads your journey
reach the twilight
the woman is waiting in the doorway
from time to time the birds in the air
shed its feathers
a piece of memories
and the twilight staggered tired
I heard you scream
when the night is full of howls of wolves
when this land is ravaged by endless calamities
the little birds shrieked again
on an old that almost falls out all its feathers
become mortal in pain
the woman was dusk
always orange always unexpected
asked unravel
why the soul is not yet open
in the disaster of this country