PALAVRAS ESCULPIDAS

The Road

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To leave

Without return on the horizon

Across the world’s endless roads

Leaving no trace

Wearing no map

To savour the discovery of my self continent

Spend nights at the seldom visited mossy recesses of my soul

To tread past metropolis’ dark alleys

And settle debts

To close chapters irreversibly

To wander without the hands of time nor the needles of line

To leave myself so I may return to myself

Home is where the heart is

To make a house of my body

A home of my mind

So I may no longer need you

So I won’t need anyone

Wherever I may be

If I am there

So shall my home be

Then, only then maybe I will find you

Walking a green path

On a fresh clovers rooftop

Sitting on the side of the road

With no help from the hands of time nor the needles of line

Only a smile

And you will say

“Do you want a ride?”

Together we will journey the road that never ends

For we need not houses anymore

We are our home

And the world shall be our oyster