smells of campfires wafting in a memory of tomorrow--
                  stories untold, tales unfolded
                   finding it too hard to get attention
                a barely audible trickle proves sound
                  under a starry night waving a cold breath ...
                    fearful of slumber in a desire of touch
                "você, você" in an uncontrolled smile
                   and "eu" in an afterthought,
                     pasting together decades
                        in a destined overnight ...