Downtown
Walking down the street
A cold rain falls from
Air conditioner equipment
I pretend they are raindrops
Touching my skin
Cleaning me
Of my sins
And while I'm developing
The Art of Self-Illusion
Life gets easier
I get self-confident
And while I'm developing
The Art of Self-Illusion
Happiness gets ready
You get closer to me
Downtown
Air conditioners cry
Sun behind the Sky
To find some happiness
I lie
The Art of Self-Illusion…
http://www.cassano.com.br/pessoal/p_prosa_selfillusion.htm
Comment the movement and the senses involved in the poem. How does the poet constructs the illusion?
