Do you remember the litter of abandoned cats
we used to look for?

Those tiny little creatures appearing dispersed,
With different colors,

They injected us surprise when they gazed
With those cute eyes.

In the old street between the streetlamp and the waste container.

Now I searched from time to time
But not even a cub...

And I miss when we used to...

If there were no waves
There would be no sea
My feelings come and go
Passing endlessly

Where there's sun and beam
Reaches us with no doubt
Even scarce they seam
Warm the very heart

My world is a river
Passing below the bridge,
I cannot stop the shiver
Encrusted at the ridge

I feel the troubled waters
The frenetic speed
It's useless, and yet true
Let's just breathe...