Turns...
there's the sky and a comma state
changing from person to person.
Turns...
turning around and to see what happens outside
not everyone have springs.
Buddy where are you?
I'm imagining another place.
I'm collecting information
I'm wanting to be someone else.
My need
is modifying with the others
so my moon comes tou you
so I reach to your moon.
Turns...
everything spins like a big ball
everything spins they don't almost touch.
Turns...
photograph of different places
so photographically distants.
A bandoneon sounds
it seems from somone else but it's me
who keeps walking anyway
whistling a rusted tango.
Turns...