The landscape flows like a river
from a car window.
Thought retraces its steps,
between fragments of skies,
stars that speak another language,
streetlights,air trails.
It walks slowly,as in a museum,
between pictures of many looks,
drops of lights and warm tones,
branches and hands of marble,
bright and fuzzy reds,
dancing.
Fragile and strong impulses,
which dress the sun,
of the most beautiful colors.
