PANDEMIA

Sweet spring breeze

Over the ruins of LA

Planes landing by the sea

Cargo ships filled up with tourists and deodorant

A line of diffused-white clouds

Over the wall-like sea

Antenna’s up to the sky

all around me

Thoughts about long lost love affairs

and never-ending travelling

And wars

Dirty pigeons

Tiny butterflies

An occasional

Deep

pain

In the chest