What name will you have?
when you redo ...
will you be hungry?

After the wall,
the grass burns,
and the weather blows.

When you can,
Take your dreams,
to walk on the sand.

Your shadow in my hand,
it came on the lips,
and the night that vanished.

We would play to find where,
just for breathing,
Sliding through the windows.

I still feel your aroma,
the joy,
the laughts.

waiting for the right place and time,
there are no longer carousels.