A poem || Brooklyn Bridge.

Just a few words to describe the quantity of feelings that this bridge produced in me. I love the Brooklyn Bridge because it looks like an old construction from many centuries ago, and when I see the buildings around I realize where I am and the contrast is really beautiful. Also, it looks very romantic and homesick; like a camera that records all the love stories...



 And now, a poem c:


 Monster of stone

What are you connecting?
How many souls are you holding in your arms of metal?
How many centuries will you be kissing the River?
How many skies will you be reflecting?

I saw your eyes of stone yesterday
they were looking above me
but they couldn't see me
but they couldn't catch me.

I will never say goodbye to you
Maybe my tears will...
I will only move around, protecting you
saying we'll see us again.


Monster of stone: don't kiss the River
Stare at me during the morning, during your centuries...
Monster of stone: never shiver
Instead, stare at my eyes of mercury.