Sweet pics of a grey day.

Deeply white.
Black staring eyes.
Young sweet life.

Walking alone,
Looking away,
Away from home.

The music's playing,
The hair's all messed up,
A little smile, "Hi" - saying.

A blouse, colored by grey,
A sky, staring upon us,
And then, when I'm meant to say,
Walk's out of my way.

But how could I ever mind?
How could I ever dare to, about it, write?
I've only seen it twice.

                                           - César Corrêa Santos