Of the earthquake we were, I remained as the crevice.
With that sound cracking me from inside.
Although maybe it were my ribs while breathing.
Of the storm we were, I remained as the drop,
that became big like a pond, that nobody knew,
but that was deeper and not just a reflection.
Of the hurricane we were, I remained as the calm,
looking at all that disaster we caused to each other,
trying to unite planks from different woods,
dreaming everything as before,
but please, tell me: when did the hurricanes
to order the chaos
they spitted on their way?
Of the time we were, I remained as the today.
Giving you a yesterday that trembled us,
that rained us, that flew us,
that left us without a tomorrow but did not kill us.