Tarde e castanheiras ao sol

Twenty something years later and I am
still stuck to the ghostly vision.
Afternoons of castanheiras ao sol. Cats on window sills.
Silences.

Where did I step into this time warp?
Have I been drowning, since then?
and not a single drop became word...

labyrinths

Riddletown, missing link
labryrinth, mandala, road split
crossroads, five points
journey home
ariadne's thread