Alone at the doorstep to be between the living and the dead at the bow of the ship covering an uncertain future under the coat hooks in the vestibule mismatched clothes by forced wandering .
Clap the banner the knocking time offers parentheses in the crepe of our wounds without appearing the poppies of childhood eternal marriage before the big upheaval .
In the august fissure waiting for the day with a heavy step the old man goes on the dusty road memories to come warm welcome breaking away from the too well known . So offered this blaze of colors in full armfuls enchanted aspiration of our counted steps on the crunching gravel of the sweet coming of your smile .
