Paroxis
Damián Antón-Ojeda
Of only
Egve leaves
Of childhood rain
Pouring rain
Put sky hanging over me for a single moment
It's to the east now, a bed we could dream in
I saw this sky in the autumn of 2010
I was in a far away place
It was so magical then and I heard no whispers
The sky was so quiet, like it was only me
Only myself and colors to follow