head to head

the sun is a killer in your city

it turns horses into hopes

the tiniest star in a gold bird that has no trace

it's 9:25

the one that hugged me as we were brothers it's still looking for my steps for my runaway

i am in this motherless tower

i am on this fatherless lang

planting strawberry trees for castaways

i am here, if you could only hear the waves I am making

it's summertime

that means either sadness or infinite joy

let's replace this infinite clock with an egg

my life is a dream within a dream and the one who's dreaming makes jokes and planes and has no name whatsoever

here's a fireplace

here's a shoe

here's a triumph

can I be your human in this rainy day full of festivals and carnivals and bird showcasing?

I will wait

count dragons and wish

for the ones who don't have a home within their own body

he dere's just Monday

we are watching the smallest ocean

a tiny animal carrying food to his brothers who are waiting on the other part of the skyline

a dog is waiting at the base of the tree

the chipmunk freezes and waits in patience

for the day to go by