Beton

jungle

of

São Paulo

opens

Its

hungry

mouth

filled

with

ceramic

aftertaste

Savouring

clay

not

too

different

from

When

it

rains

so

much

That

even

the

skies

move

along

Only

they

are

alive

Cicadas

are

louder

than

people’s

voices

Simmering

with

their

staccatos

through

the

night

Bright

sound

is

dotting

the

trees

and

All

of

a

sudden

they

stop

I

couldn’t

the

surface

of

my

skin

jumped

inside

the

screen

But

I

am

two

steps

ahead

of

it

thinking

There

wouldn’t

be

there

anything

I

haven't

seen

And

me

by

being

me

I

have

seen

a lot of

clouds