I live very close to a soap bubble, where the sea
only comes down from heaven,
meeting faces of all ages and of all colors,
and London appears as a shadow behind a curtain. Every awakening is
a new day and a new day,
between a maze of colors and stops
my feet on the ground and yet I move,
among the skyscrapers and the names of unknown roads.
There are things I can do without, and new stimuli that are fuel
the evening I feel the weight of your absence,
there but your light shines like a diamond.
Every day is a new awakening and a new day,
between the labyrinth of your balls of silk,
dreams for hours every morning on my way back and you
Penelope remains my goal.
