Esse Ar
Tim Bernardes
This Air
This moonlit air
This wet air, nighttime air
Rough and refined
Black and silver, air
Pure, dense and transparent
That moves, that stirs us
This imaginary air
This silent air, deep air
Echo of the future
Smell of the past, air
Wind already paralyzed
Mystery photographed
This exaggerated air
This perfect air, the knot in the chest
It's a beautiful knot
Faith and pity for the world, ah
Remnants of a deep love
Moon, true thirst
Something is missing and yet
It's always a whole gap
