Afternoon at Ottawa

An old swim suit
A day to laze
No endless sea
Neither a rainbow in the air

After passing by National Gallery

Feel laziness at the body
And in a wood table
Drink some water with barley

It is good

Spend an afternoon at Ottawa

At the sun that burns at Ottawa

Listening the birds of Ottawa
Speak about love in Ottawa

While the nature opens

One little new green
Argue with sweatness
With a bottle of beer

With forgotten looking
At the heaven and skyline meeting
By feeling slowly
The Earth twisting
It is good

Spend an afternoon at Ottawa

At the sun that burns at Ottawa
Listening the birds of Ottawa
Speak about love in Ottawa

After feeling the chill
From the evening wind
and soft speak-speak
that comes from the trees

And among calm spaces
Without yesterday neither tomorrow
Sleep at brunette arms
From the moon of Ottawa

It is good