Edson Silva Marques

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An old lady stayed in the last degree of the stairs.

Walking slowly, with his feet near the ground as the ground should run away under his feet.

I look down stairs and imagine his first steps.

A baby step.

tottery, insecure like a new soul in the party of life.

with fear she climbs the first degree.

Now, she is more conscious,

not only about her condition but also about his possibilities.

and fast try the second step climbing more one.

fast because she can’t be fear petrified.

The next degrees occurs as consequence of previous.

And her childhood flow river down in a paper boat.

sudeley the stream changes and everything flows fast,

she can everything and everything does.

She dances in the stairs degrees.

Is the youngfull age that comes.

But the stairs. The stairs have so many degrees.

And the degrees. The degrees appear one over another, so monotonous!

The stair looks like a bloured star.

Adult ages run as a ethern reminding of something missed.

And the life bills the bill, every degree climbed as his cost.

The breath fails more, each degree becomes more height.

But the fire burns in the breast, shouting out don’t stop!

Now I can see her here. 

with a lot of degree wined with strong effort and persistence.

As anybody else in this world.

The moon rises from the sea like a balloon.

the sand flows on my hands, warm and at the same time, as cold as the “Time” flows to the ocean like a river.

sometimes the reality and the dreams meld into something indescribable.

But at the end, everything is just a picture on my screen.

Just a memory in this time of the pandemic that never happened.