Out of the window
the yellow curtains danced with the wind
its breeze graceful and light
On the electric post
two Eurasian tree sparrows
were perched on the electric wires
On shadowed mountains
a tower with its red light blinks
The blueness of the sea floats to South
In the afternoon of April
a 1960's band plays through a phone's speaker
Red gumamelas sit prettly on its branches
A finished book on the side
The sun reflects on the yellow mango leaves
The clouds float by
The sky is more blue than the song playing
It's a lovely time to sleep
But the dead don't wait for such moment
They have passed even before they arrive
Out of the window
