Around eight
This morning…
While waiting for the bus
That would take me to work…
I noticed the pigeons
Jumping from
the electrical wires
like musical notes
escaping from their clef
I saw them
Dived with their
Wings wide open
Down towards
an oblivious busy city
Their silent flight
piercing trough
the traffic
the noise
and all
the clamor below
I saw them dancing
As fingers do
when playing with
The cords of a guitar
I heard them
writing in the air
their voiceless music
A melody that continued
even when my bus
finally arrived…
Cheverisimo.
ReplyDeleteEl texto y la grafica tambien! :-)