Going Blue

Once

they entrusted me

to be a voice

of what can’t be said

But I won’t

write what I hear

anymore

I want to get lost

from the crowd

Hide myself

Become a numb body

Get away

walk through colors

without perceiving its sensations

Travel strange landscapes

of perfumes not happened

Forget about the mission           

of beeing witness for others

Stop being a voice

to be silence

Contemplate

without telling the sea

when to break

when high tide

Stop feeling

Be wing with the wind

star with the sky

Disguise

between the jungle and the oxygen

I do not have more space

to save in words

I'm going blue

I leave my listening

When the day

register my absence

will change trajectory

towards a new sense.

Street of  VALPARAISO, CHILE
    ph: Marcelo Alvarenga