Gaivotas

 

Uma Gaivota voava voava...

São as gaivotas que voam de lua em lua.

 Aquelas que mergulham e beijão as sereias das águas do rio. 

Aquelas que entre as suas viagens pousam em estátuas com mil anos de histórias.

Aquelas que saúdam os anjos, as crianças, todas as pessoas boas que caminham pelas margens do rio.

As outras, The Seagulls, são como diabos perdidos que vagueiam as asas entre terras e mares.

And her, she travels to Poland with a white top on her bagage. Because she doesn't have too many clothes. There's so much and nothing to do there, its what it seems!

You wonder, what was she thinking when she packed inside her bagage, her lipstick, her black dress, parfum and red shoes? Before traveling in what and where were her thoughts?

You wonder, what is she thinking now? What she thought today? The message that she post on her social media, what it means?

Sands and dunes? Trees, demons?