Subjective Camera

Everything that I hear
When I walk through the streets
Are the soundtracks
Of cult brazilian movies

He is of age
Boy’s face
Blue eyes
Straight grey

He is a tall boy
Short, skinny and fat
But nobody
Is colorfull

Like this, the south zone
Going north
Reverse of the north zone
Going south

He is young
Suit and tie
Old hipster
Boy’s face

Each song that I hear
Walking through the streets
Is a day by day take 
Of my eyes

Each word that fits
In the frame of my life
Each letter that fits
In the frameless life