I feel the cliches.
I feel the odds.
I feel the speed of light.
I feel your sight.
I feel-good today...
waking up and it's Night.
Soon we will have the winter season.
Feels like this...I remember to research what makes me said...like a Spanish singer says is the rain of May.
Winter has the corner of the colorful love.
I feel this melting in my sleep.
I feel the weak.
This story started ...now:
I went to the grocery store and I don't remember the taste of waste.
It's raining inside some corner of my brain... warmer body ...and icy eye's.
I can't explain...
And so... if I am able?
And so ...if I need to feel..
I feel the metaphor of being alone.
Honestly...the full concept.


© Filipa