Lost in Translation

Foto por Zellos

It's summer, I'm seating next to the road with my sneakers and listening to some techno music. Some geese escaped from the farm and after the hill I think there are ghosts that come running through the streets after them. A bus runs every hour and clears the way. Meriweather drives it and every time I go, she greets me approaching a bottle of beer, I like her. They get on the bus talking to each other how they ran to catch the geese and how come a small city is so funny.
There is a parade of invisible people in my head, a pool and some sunscreen. The sun goes down, it does not need any magic to leave, it does so every day, sometimes everything is so normal ...