As if nothing had happened
the swallows return
when the night is over,
when the echo spreads out
at the wrong time,
goes up the cobwebs
and looks for its owner.
As if nothing had happened
the sky starts misting up,
strips the leaves
from trees without branches
and drags them
to bonfires
that will never go out.
As if nothing had happened
naked bodies
walk through flooded streets
of emptiness and selfishness,
naked bodies
float in the pavements
lacking from shadows.
As if nothing had happened
the bed is still unmade
and the loneliness
slides between the sheets,
settles in the pillow
to also occupy
the dreams;
the nightmares.
As if nothing had happened
the pond dries up
and the dirt stands at the back.
