followed by a merciless departure,
mark the beginning of a devastating earthquake.
Now, I wander the alleys with an hollowness
I tell myself it does not belong to me
but to us, accomplices in what,
perhaps, we once were.
Who are you? A mystery, ephemeral,
like everything that moves through the universe,
deceptively latent,
as perceived by a human being.
In this green landscape I traverse,
through a captive path of life,
while I observe myself
and lose myself in thought,
only to say:
anchor the teachings of time
before the wind steals them away;
and remember them,
so they do not end in oblivion.