I walk among the people

while the Autumn plays 

with the wind

the hours seem being distracted

and the rhythm of life

becomes 

alien to the watches

and the rhythm of life

becomes 

alien to the watches

I hear unconnected phrases

as other solitudes 

cross my path

leaving behind 

the wake of their words

leavinf behind the wake of their words

opening under all feet

the sensations of the vertigo 

opening under all feet

the sensations of the vertigo 

There are cars,

jobs and  mothers,

loves, 

tears 

and holydays, 

dreams, promises, lies, 

cats, dogs, 

all the pets, 

So much words 

lost in the air

So much words 

lost in the air