Whenever the clock takes a break
I start asking myself why:
What if I found God
The next door
What if I could
Reach out your hand
What if you did not
Love me
Or if I kill you, finally
What if I had never
Started writing
Instead of (only)
Living in books
What if I paint
The sky colourful
And let my horses
Run free
What if I were alone
Not crowded
What if I stop
Wondering
So that I can just
Live my life?
Zélia
