That brief moment
Our paths reach
Either our highest
Or lowest
Where do we start from?
Where are we going to?
Where in heavens will be traced
The Segment
Of our brief fragments?
Yet, when we begin
What before?
What era?
Ever?
Today reaches
The solstice of a soul
The world sees immobility
Appearance
A rock
But the course is changing
a new season rises
As this long wait ends
a new sitting begin
new drops form
for the next rain
new life sprout
to die and give life
again and again
silently
as the mountain moves
beneath our feet
by Fabiana Avila
