Bad Weather

none of the people in the supermarket said anything when the bullets from the assault broke the glass the first kiss was given by me between shards and crying it was one of those insane nights and in that moment you were insecurity holding my arm trust sixteen days later the violent wind bent the antenna broke trees tiles windows and walls while we watched the rain dragging our house and erasing what we were when the world finished i was stupefied... your spirit danced where the room used to be wearing only the smile I always loved in you in your naive happiness continued to dance without having the slightest idea of what happened to us.