Alma Novaes

 Balance sheet

Stalk animals and children when in doubt of our nature

Surround yourself with assumptions draws stories, bows to time 

unattainable that

He does not bow to ruminations, dissatisfied and disturbed

wrinkles, white hair, paths, roads but from the past, want nothing 

And it gives you the only fuel, this moment, of the breath

Aborts the memories, forget your worries, don't carry sciences in your pocket,

Except that of innocence to believe in love

And don't let it lead you at a time and date, in the past preserved and digital,

Unwraps this gift this one of being alive and passionate, savor the mystery

preserves but from what has passed, you want nothing.

Except, perhaps, the child