swollen lights

Under the rain
walking slowly
embracing the words of water
listen to those constant notes,
hitting your skin or mine
dissolving all kind of matter.


Standing still is the man
...being new soil
Hair like black thick mud
hair that tastes salty

the rain ceases.
the man awakens.
all the lights are swollen.

There's an empty road lit by shivering candles
waiting for an accident to turn into his tragedy partner
silently describing all the possible chances
praying for a pair of misleaded footsetps.

He walks again
he takes the wrong road again
...a man and his poor lit path swim in the same direction
the rain is again the witness of it's own creation.