A DJ set
Music is made of light
And wind
That opens the windows
And we dance,
Alomost fly
In a whirlpool of butterflies
Above the city.
The third floor,
The seventh wonder
Of a DJ set
In our minds.
Above the capital
Flags fly in July,
And we drown in the rhythm.
Peace will come back
After a victory
If we call it properly,
So far we pray
And dance,
Losing ourselves
In the moment.
