Image by @alamcraft
"In the face of heavy rains
all the memories are equal"
Your voice shook the evening
as if to finish us
as the seasons is not a big thing
for the sanity of our love
even our love vulnerable tears
and easily uprooted weather
I try to keep my consciousness
escorting readiness my words
although for me memories are still rain
dripping from the eaves roof
still always put away sleep
from delirium that traps
After the end of this rain
the sky will only give half of its
to liveable by our bodies
because the other half the sky
has to the other sad things
