The Singing Bird

There´s a singing bird in each moment that mite whispers

Impossible truths of numbness shaking from one to the other side of these oceans.

Every tear made rock falling down this abyss

Is a confession written in fire of unbelievable secret truths.

There´s a singing bird in each moment that mite whispers

Impossible truths of numbness and shaking through where my naked body,

Swinging and stroller, absorbed indecent odes to The Flesh and it bites me on the inside,

Slowly chews the meaning of the dream that I insist in not remembering.

Maria Fernandes