difficult to concentrate
lose the ingredients
cold, hot, salty or sweet
watching stars without glare
lose the ingredients
cold, hot, salty or sweet
watching stars without glare
the love sleep
it is wave, memories and empty
perhaps the tip of the pencil, or
it is wave, memories and empty
perhaps the tip of the pencil, or
the bursting of a soap bubble make
my heart strong and soft again
the love awake
empty space by fatima varella
