Fizzing through the rain and feeling,
slosh and wipers ice-skate the glass,
while soft hands firm their grip on the wheel.
Sputtering love permeates the compact space
...in between droplets, the splintered reflection of:
the one both inward and outward - self-excavating & selfless

A '100% pure and natural' spring water hurls itself,
off the seat and hits the floor,
I reach to retrieve and eyes meet.
The rearviewmirror, now smeared with dust,
Georgia beaming down on Florida - a state-line and a statement

Wisps of theme park hair, dance and taunt the air,
blow out the gaping window.
Two setting sun figures - testing the afternoon,
two watched wrists entwine,
a case to be made for pit stops.

I recognize in your look
The burning of an extinguished fire,
A new warmth to resemble a cooled one.

I return to towns
I long ago left
And the lack of creativity
Of the street names,
Of the organization form,
All the details
Teleport me from city to city,
Benjamin Constant Street, Anapolis, to
Benjamin Constant Street, Ribeirão Preto, to
Benjamin Constant Street, São Paulo.

I could only climb one mountain
For the fear of resemblance.
Every uphill and every downhill
In the search of the first time,
The first feeling,
The never returning unexpected.

I fear resemblance,
I fear the repetition,
I fear the moment where I'll see life
From the rearviewmirror
For the path ahead
Is very well known.

We humans are so good
To see patterns
That even new adventures
Seem like dull routine.

The only cure is
To watch the sunrise
Three days in a row.