WAGNER RODRIGUES POETA E CRONISTA

When I hear the hoarse hiss

That the wind brings from afar,

Certainty fades away from me

All things I believed I knew.

Clouds covers in my imagination

The reality that was left away.

Nothing is certain as becomes feelings,

Truth vanishes as perceptions stay.

The known geography

Is lost in thoughts.

The defined destination

It is no longer itinerary.

Lost in my moment,

The train wanders without target,

Rolling in dreams

On the tracks of the imaginary.

The sound that brings the wind

Turns into a procession

Of a thousand pilgrim wagons

Singing together the same song.

Transcends knowledge,

Reason does not matter anymore.