I HAD SOME HELP
Walking through time,
Inside a telephone booth,
Searching for time,
Emotion,
Of yes or no.
I also got lost in the crowd,
Trying to find my diary,
Of memories, my heart.
I type tradition, I walk,
I turned the key,
Like a pickup truck,
Without direction, in the desert.
On dark streets
Of London, I got lost.
A point of light
To get to know you,
Just a dark point
At the starting point of the telephone booth.
Ana Cristina Poronhak de Carvalho