Fast
Too Fast
At least for people
As for her
Everything goes only fast
The way she loves it
She doesn’t care about people
Whose people?
What people?
Fast
Faster
She runs whitout a glimpseElle court sans plus pouvoir s’arrêter
Red hair in the wind
Red Freckles on her cheek
Galloping behind her
On her Big Red
Horses
Red
Every inch is red
Her Heart
Her Soul
Her Thoughts
Her Actions
Her Angers and Desires
Dazzling
Twirling
Exhausting
Fast
She Stands
Fast
She Rises
Fast
She lits
Ready for every war
For any war
To fight for life
for her life
Running like a fury
Leaving behind
No man’s land and battlefields
She runs to forget
She gallops to survive
Moved by Life
Lighten up to Tomorrow
Fleeing from her Memory
Fast
Too Fast
She only sees her Red gaze behind her
Is her hair’s light too slow for her race?
Is her horse’s fury lingering behind?
Is her blood spreading without a moment to heal?
Called by her cardinal action?
Subject to her vital energy?
Excited by her capital pulse?
She has already forgotten
Fast
She Stands
Fast
She Rises
Fast
She lits
Ready for every war
For any war
And then she Thinks
And never she Thinks
Incandescent in her Life
Incandescent in her Tomorrow
Incandescent in her Memory
Justine T.Annezo – April, 1st 2023 – GTM+1
Fleeting Wor(l)ds 