Today I woke up.
I left home and I had never imagined there could be such a deep and thick and touchable gray. In my memories, there is no such gray.
Nor there is me.
This gray comes from the sky: so low that I could reach with my hands, by simply rising my heels. So dense that binds the climate, the city and its inhabitants.
Grays all, but me.
I'm red.
Red rules, clothes and politics. Red cycles.
Red in every ways except one:
Red passion.
Searching this meaning, I walk as an errant cherry
looking for a cake to be on.
And, finding no - passion fruit, chocolate, pear, walnuts or blueberry - cake
I decide to match the concrete gray of today´s sky.
Thus, I realize that red and gray go well together,
and also that, at this particular time, there is no other place where I wanna be
more than on this gray cake of freedom and possibilities
where I am now.
And I am grateful for the decisions that led me here.
I left home and I had never imagined there could be such a deep and thick and touchable gray. In my memories, there is no such gray.
Nor there is me.
This gray comes from the sky: so low that I could reach with my hands, by simply rising my heels. So dense that binds the climate, the city and its inhabitants.
Grays all, but me.
I'm red.
Red rules, clothes and politics. Red cycles.
Red in every ways except one:
Red passion.
Searching this meaning, I walk as an errant cherry
looking for a cake to be on.
And, finding no - passion fruit, chocolate, pear, walnuts or blueberry - cake
I decide to match the concrete gray of today´s sky.
Thus, I realize that red and gray go well together,
and also that, at this particular time, there is no other place where I wanna be
more than on this gray cake of freedom and possibilities
where I am now.
And I am grateful for the decisions that led me here.
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