Full colors
outlined by my state of mind
[not grey at all] -
reflection might be, in that window with a view
to the forest side,
or a shadow on a white painted wall
marked by
light...

I'm parking outlined feelings
everywhere -
just like they were hand painted mugs
that I'm leaving - half full - all over the room
of the world...

I'm a house
inside -
not of sand,
not of cards,
but of bricks
I have once bought from heaven,
when I first saw your yellow
blue
sky.