as dawn breaks as the sun sets

the yellow flowers of lapacho and the violets of jacaranda are always shining, to disappear from my context is to appear inside me.

the cat tried to catch a bird, luckily we saved the bird. people keep on lighting candles to the little virgin of the grotto, most of them asking for work, I don't believe in it but I can't help looking at it as I pass by.

the shelves just accumulate dust from the city.