You dawdle over life. Uninvited. Silent film. Nothing wastes. You are the author and your reader. You do not learn. You.

Staying alone to gaze the image. I was talking some times. Imperturbable. Traveling with you. Make an alliance with time. A tyranny that does not ask to end.
Freckles adorning her face. Sweet colour in the summer sun. It lightens her eyes. Holding captives.
On the round scene. Not hiding by anything. There. You are. Your viscera in common view. Sky. Earth. Without borders. A voice as a flag. Her country. You ask to become.
Faithful. You rearrange the sharing. You find time. You take care of all your pending cases. No waste allowed. Arrangement. To make a plethora of life. To her to spend.

Human roads. Crossroads of small and large egos. Unholy alliances share the common desire. Woe if you stand on each one to look for the motivations. The road is lonely unremittingly. Fellow travelers are many, instant companions are struggling together for a piece of time which if ti's giving them something in return, it, automatically, makes a warm memory. A pedestal on which you stood up and looking for what is higher.
It changes the rhythm. You stay away from yesterdays. There is no anxiety for tomorrows. You listen to the sounds of your steps. Sometime you measure its breaths. Music accompanies you for a while. Sounds. You dream of life.