Routine I
The clock wakes with mechanic moviments arrange me. An coffee with toast and get. The same itinerary The same hour The same persons Two diferents faces
maybe…
I go always for the same place. In the night, of retourne to home any lunch . The silence sinks in all or all sinks in the silence. The look fixed in something: the clokc The tought fixed in anyone: You… More late,an chocolate accompanied of an good book The wait is constant… Before of to bed, an note in the daily:
“Today an day even to yesterday even to many others. More an day went and you don’t came…”
Book “Retratos” – page 17 JFernandes “Arte Condesa”