adroa Poetry (2)

What a marvelous mystery I can observe with my perpetual mirrors
small and feathered beings of bone flying upon my head
They go intoning beautiful melodies that seem from other world
surreal, unreal, immaculate as the virgin, pure as water.

A little bit cold the morning is,the heavenly breeze strokes my face while I observe the horizon of concrete mols. From my view I can also observe how humans move from one place to another, as if they were ants in undefined paths, from up to down, from left to right.Nonetheless, their most relevant feature is their endless speech, they all go together as confident as if They were relatives. This is the place where dreams are filled with more illusions, some of them more realistic, many others out of reality.