Pond
by Caio Fernandes 2010.
We never asked what kind of place it is.
What kind of place is this?
They cut all the trees and put nothing...replace with nothing.
We never asked what kind of place it is.
We were forgoten people and wanted to ride lost in a forgoten area.
.done.
Pond.
Beyond all the moss green emptiness under clouded sky and drizzle:
beyond all the grey silence:
Pond.
pond.
Beyond the memory of logic and the senses:
Pond.
pond.
