It no longer exists

I once lived in a castle,

so far away.
The walls were full of leaves...

The ceiling with tones of gray.

The weather used to drop melodies,

Between silence and handfuls of fruity smells,

Telling me stories of poverty and fancies...

Of how songs could let die or save,

Through bells, shells or spells.

The feather was my enemy,

A rare condition of weight or weightlessness,

Where I should live with the pain of distance,

But the sign of a flying brightness.

So my lungs once breathed colors,

And my eyes had no fear of closing,

Because my ears had no eyelids...

The songs I played with a naked soul...

were my clothing!

(Novembro 2024)