Very hot inside and outside it’s cold and didn’t stop the rain.
How could that weather be so intimate it making me insane?!
This circle around us is almost smoking from the flame!
How could that area turn into a fireplace?
Intensity became so weak in front of those waves!
Waving and waving in a sea of fire roasting the air.
Rhythmic dance drawing through the Milky Way!
Sometime on Pluto or even Venus it’s all the same.
Groaning of the thunder increasing, insisting for much more heavy rain,
Touching each others holding, hitting the atmosphere,
Rocking our souls in such a lovely pain,
Calling each others loader and loader asking for more escape!
The sound of water dripping on the trees, the windows, evaporating and mixing with the salty taste
Much quack inside us; upside down into the earth break.
The wind was so strong; it carried the seed and pushed it into the deep tunnel of clay!
Conjoining tighter; embracing, worming, and covering the terrace!
Culmination increasing much more and more, freezing the moves for a dazzling stare!
Tears of happiness and sweat of tiredness all together in one invisible pail!
Watering the seeds, and cooling the frame!
« return.