When
I'm leaving
I ask
gusts of light wind,
For
long hugs,
No
goodbyes ....
and
no waves.
I ask
the rain coming slowly.
Warm
drops smelling orange
Washing
the flowers,
Taking
the dust that has accumulated in the short days of existence;
Feeding
the seeds
For
new beginnings.
I ask
the bees and crickets,
I ask
birds with feathers of the rainbow,
I ask
endless flocks,
I ask
flute music,
I ask
the sound of drums,
I ask
dance, I ask chants
I ask
improvised rhymes and smiles of party.
I ask
high trees and cool shadows to the path
without
arrows.
No
time to review the steps,
No
sorrow for sighs that will extinguish,
One by one,
And lost in the void ...
Leave traces,
Leave fall the peel in slowly
and become what it was.
Go towards the beyond of the haphazard
Longing by the columns of cloud
The sky emerald
And the doors through which I want to pass.
by Delvanir Lopes (18/07/2013)
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