Up
Down

Dry Dust
(Ricardo Hoffmann)

The birds formed a triangle
As they flew in a sad horizon
And we stood there in embraces
Watched hypnotized the sky
Have felt our warmth
The ashpale cliff fragments
At our back


The ashpale cliff fragments
At our back as mercenaries
In their own eternity
The firtrees were like tender of time
Sang their song in an interplay
With the ocean’s surf


And we watched a fighting sailing ship
The ocean’s surf in our ears
But startled we awoke
As an airplane so loud
Conquered the silence
And gave back the now to us