In my first venture out of my family house
I sat down seat 11
crossing the darks between Brasilia and São Paulo
My backpack was light
(full of my memories
full of my fears)
packed with uncertainties about future
There will be always more life in the world
than in my own body full of thoughts
As bus wheels start rolled off
a woman beside me start chatting her stories
books, the ex-husband, her kids
the unbearable state of things
"no one dares to touch a stranger..."
She was my first unexpected encounter
in my next life at the university
A rapid, humid, and intense one
while we crossed the night of times
two castaways looking for a shore
sand and some meaning
that warmed us up til the final bus station
