A mosaic of frozen leafs
scratches the asphalt.
‘Such a sad day!’,
‘I am so sad!’, he closed his eyes.

‘Boys don’t cry!’, he remembered,
trying to stop the tears.
A tear slipped his eye lashes
vaporising into a drop of ice.

‘Boys don’t cry!’, he said,
‘Keep your eyes closed!’, he whispered,
‘Please wear orange!’

Did you lost your silver?
‘I did not!’, he said,
‘I buried it in my past!’

The full moon diffused
under the forest, as he looked around.
The shadows of trees skattered
and the wind stopped.
Did you find your purple?
‘I stopped looking!’, he said,
‘I buried it in my past!’, he said,
‘hiding it behind my technicolor’.

Did you hide again?
‘I always do!’, he whispered,
‘Under my colorful shirts,’ he remembered,
‘melting silver cools my heart’.

Dreaming in the forest,
Forgetting blinded by the moon,
a box of pictures,
a box of stars,
purple and silver.