In the twilight,
in the middle of the blue horizon
it is woven with an inextinguishable thread
hope beyond
of the short memories.
Occasionally it is drawn
an adventure in the middle of the road
following the rainbow singing
with the city in the back.
The useless attempt to touch the colors
leads to other attempts.
The innocent hand capable
of finding the hidden pot
in the green after the rainbow.
If someone asks: what are you looking for?
I say: my dreams!
@corderosiete11/16/2018
