Eternal Novelty

Even with his face leaning against the window
I saw his features gradually disappear.
I felt forgetful
And totally soulless
As if humanity had stolen me the floor;
Soon she would become just a sweet memory.
That kind of feeling that when it comes
Robs us a few seconds of air_
And it makes us feel a gray pain at any point
Among the kidneys and lungs.
And then I get used to it…
Grow old physically day by day
Keeping always in mind already dispersed
As if that day, no matter much if there are five or 50 years
Was always today.
And I would keep with the same tone
Red strands of hair tousled
The same bittersweet farewell
The same landscape that always loved
Buildings and people…
And I still recall and celebrate every day
The gray hardened his eyes
Shining forever within me_
For I cannot and do not want to forget you.

—By Mariana S.-F., 24, São Paulo