Día 42

Noise mower
Dugs run
We see each other

Tattoos as inscriptions
A language that doesn't mean anything
Except for each one

Mower cut the silence
Wake up the dreams
Remain as a long nightmare

Tattoos as a remainder
A dialogue between memory and reality
The representation of ourself

Noise mower
Volume on
Music loudly

We stay here
Thinking in ourself
The neighbor still mowing