Toki doki 時々

I saw a closed door with a spyhole showing a little of the world, and a pair of dirty sneakers, a trousers with a hole and a body wanting to go out.

There were a group of girls in a group of bicycles, and I heard their words and laughs which, mixed with the wind, dried the nostalgic that was hung out in my skin.

The road were trees greeting me in silence because they knew me since long time ago, and parked cars, and houses protecting peoples protecting souls.

I saw bamboos, walls of concrete, spinned semaphores and traffic signals without traffic.

I was different to any other person but I forgot easily. There was a sky which was the same, and clouds I already knew from other places, and a laughing kid, a melting father and a mother who wasn't there.

It smelled to humid ground and tabaco smoke sometimes, to incense and calm always.




I wanted to erode a little of my ego and gain some humility and serenity. I wanted to remember my people with such a strength that they also remembered me a little. And I saw them behind my eyes, and I smiled and I thought I saw them smiling during the time of my blinkings.




There was nobody and it was me. I saw building with lights that also blinked their way, and birds watching me very small, and gents that couldn't saw me but I did saw them.


And I sat down near the time who stopped passing for talking with me, and I sorted out every thought and every idea, and the belt stopped pressing because I left there some anguishs, a few afflictions and a little more of myself.