In the midst of a storm
hands on my head, legs open, feet firm.
We must stop the noise that drowns us
say no, no, no
a hundred thousand times no, before it’s too late
and storms starts our arms
bend your legs
pushes the feet toward sky.
How will be a quiet beach with rhythmic waves?
There is a huge light, turn it off before it blind us.
say no, no, no
a hundred thousand times no, before we get blind
and we lose perspective of, shadows or space itself
the only window that we looked at is for cool evenings.
We must end the deafening noise that stuns us
and say no, no, no
A hundred thousand times no, we understand nothing
because everything is a huge white noise
and we cannot clearly hear the voice, the words, the verses.
Like a storm
So alone!
wow, fascinating
Gracias