out of the bus all afternoons
can be seen dilated by heat
my body warming the backseat
along with the heart like a scared butterfly
of the blonde woman near the window

silence wrapping the city with
an infinite net of delusive sensations
glowing inside the bodies flattened
by the speed of the city seen through the rear window

wheels burring
crushing herds of soles printed into the asphalt

and the most hidden part
in the sound still suspended
onto the lower lip of the driver
accustomed to swearing in a colorful manner

through the eye cut blue
the heart of the blonde escaping
in the middle of the city
is drawing a
vertiginous loneliness