*Journey to Andorra*
Memory tells me
it was short while ago
we were siting
in the car's backseat
while father was driving
absent, I would spend hours
emerged in clouds, foreign orogeny
earth, exotic colored earth
dusting the windshields
inhaling speed as if light
to future
memory
killing
the past
cutting the weight of
sensations
blown into caves
vanishing, cursed, from one's
understanding
drawing a void
as beautiful and unique
as the landscape
once
there was road stretching to east
confining the end
of nature, below
there was plenty of nothing
waiting along
while we slept
the coziness of train whistles
escaping rails
road engines crying rubber
tears
trees converging their underground
happiness
women merging dreams
hoping
to become water
river, seas
the perpetual
flowing of birds in the skies
or under-skin sadness perched
on the edge of
cliffs
one day
Each day
the vast hollow cirque
bemused thoughts
impressions
engaged anonymously further
from within – a dispute, a desired
conquest -
as we imagined new
dawns
whiling hours away
and hikers
crossed the depth of sienna fields
like ants
dreaming.
©
2015, José Eduardo Coelho
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