carry you in my backpack deliriously reciting the words in my room.
will charge the lines and stanzas that got into my skin like virus and made me vibrate with an uncontrollable fever.
unknown squares and parks will walk, admire the statues that Martin used to look to find calm.
think I'll take the subway and in the distance you are my people, my friends, my family, my past.
smoking a cigar on the boardwalk, go to the beach only to think of a beautiful friendship.
walk among corridors wearing a smile, despite the heavy eyes and exhausted body.
Loading books and notes will imagine a new horizon.
strangers among strangers and I find a little more.
stations between noise and I'll be happy for a while.
Walking with my backpack on my north, which is not exactly there.
@ lala's listening to AC / DC with a bit of Hennessy in my throat.
