Sunset in Copenhagen
Mystical element is the sun. Shines ardent cold or hot sometimes cloudy, rainy and doubtful sometimes strong, firm and secure.
Orange, yellow or light blue. You can choose to be how and when you want to without questions, without doubts.
Just wanting to want to be to grow… and to believe to live and feel and laugh to sometimes cry, but always rise.
Furious and alive without grudges nor fears but shy and alone without breeze, without rush.
The fast-paced city awaits down here the passage of the patient sun some oblivious, some aware here and there he has to come.
Oh, flare of warm rays even in your absence you leave light you are present in peaceful beams with hot brushstrokes captured in steam.
Calm, smooth, intact water down below with no worries, no memories to flow fluid it dances and elapses here and there being, seeing, hearing, going where?
Captivating coloured mist that embraces overwhelms it hides the secrets of the heavens ephemeral, agile, it compels.
Fleeing time escapes at birth. Between the water and the sun the buildings standing there all see time and sun are gone.
