Nelson Lourenço
gone with the wind
i remember coming to this windmill when i was just a boy. maybe with my mother. maybe my father, maybe both. it was still in its glory, helping bread to reach tables of people living nearby. the huge arms with white sails going round and round made my eyes glow.
today, my son was only able to see a barricade of an old life. even the door left as people around also left to a better place - be it on earth or beyond.
he stared, but it didn't help. the glory is gone!
gone with the wind
i remember coming to this windmill when i was just a boy. maybe with my mother. maybe my father, maybe both. it was still in its glory, helping bread to reach tables of people living nearby. the huge arms with white sails going round and round made my eyes glow.
today, my son was only able to see a barricade of an old life. even the door left as people around also left to a better place - be it on earth or beyond.
he stared, but it didn't help. the glory is gone!