• marluce lima

Flamboyant birds

These songs have inspired me since the beginning of my day. It's Saturday. I just remember it was Saturday, don't even remember if the sky woke up as the way a woman awakes in her period, or if there was any rainbow or a giant cloud. I knew I had a deep night. I recall being there and now being here. Time is something strange. People come and go. I was there, as someone else, as nobody. I was someone trying to understand poetry, as a hunter tries to understand the birds. Flamboyant birds, trying to catch people's attention, contrary to what a hunter would do. I'd have loved them all, as if all those birds were the first love of my life, and for the rest of it. They attracted me I attracted them like a mirror.

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made with love & poetry