The continuous slanting movement that overcomes the city
doesn’t leave none other than
space for thoughts suspended in the air of a time that strains
to loosen the grasp of warmth,
daring fertility,
Mother Nature
in the urban
that howls and pops out from the concrete
creating its presence on the streets,
and our slow uniform steps resemble
willows that constantly grow alive
despite the demure existence of dawning light ✨