Sunlight stretches longer 
penetrating the heart summer,
modest miracles evolve under the threat 
of a very hot noon:
bumblebees 
revolve in endless circles
I look’em sway among lavender 
alike cheerful children, blessed spirits!
Joy is on their way

I used to play the same endless game 
on the seaside of Boiçucanga 
running with my mother from Atlantic waves
“Tag, you’re it!”
I wonder if those days the Ocean looked at me 
experiencing the same sympathy

When I evoke these memories 
I found myself in a beautiful, returning pattern 
where filial and paternal eyes mirror each other,
cause life is nothing but a fractal  
tides of innocence 
repeatedly washed 
by experience