Entre Libros
Fran Busso
Among Books
Throwing all your thoughts into the air
A baker that the wind blew
Looking at lines, messy scribbles
Reading the scream that a story silenced
Our ideas, three yellow flowers
In green seas of great agitation
Wishing to be baobabs in your land
That explode everything around them
And they wait for the precise time
To take the step to take action
Watering a river and trampling debris
And softening the rhythms of your heart
And in the meantime, mate gatherings by the river
Crazy fights in your room
Cigarettes consuming forgetfulness
Bellies up, wrapping themselves in the sun
