Emma is here
Updated: Jun 29, 2019
|Dublin - 2017
First of march
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
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
Like a marshmallow on the top of a cake.
The air, confused
The ground is high
Are we closer to the sky?