Clandestine Dimension

I’m going to board that old barge

The air has never been so heavy …

Maybe, find another more infinite sunset

Away from this atrium of obnoxious sensations

And in this clandestine dimension

Drunk by barefoot utopias

And wrapped in a foam of waves

I follow the whim of the naive dream

And out of nowhere

And of all the rotten parts

I dismiss the inhospitable reality

In an old wish

The sight of my innocent heart

Who lives happily under dreams and stars

Where my childhood was born

Amarela Space