• marluce lima

Emma is here

Updated: Jun 29, 2019

|Dublin - 2017

First of march

Emma arrived.

She came from the East.

As always she comes like a storm

Crossing international borders

Releasing her beast.

We are hibernating at home,

as if we were waiting for her to come

and leave

looking through the window as if we were inside of a snow bowl

and as much we shake it, more dust of white flakes flow.

She is beautiful, we might say.

Her pale and white skin like snow.

Everything goes white when she is here.

All my feelings


All the ceilings

Constant breeze

Like a marshmallow on the top of a cake.

The air, confused

The ground is high

Are we closer to the sky?

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