The chair is empty
wearily
the shadow fills up the room
mindful
of mysterious stories
of a time now past
children playing with the hoops
and I was there
nearby
chained to the door of my thoughts
and the beautiful images
of yesterday
while the noise advances
in the air
I envy the leaves brought by the wind
in the last journey
exciting
without limits
from this strange world
inexhaustible factory of poison
